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... could it not hurt.
But Qiao Xi didn’t speak, afraid that once she did, it would be an uncontrollable choke.
She took out the disinfectant alcohol swab and dabbed his wounds little by little.
Xu Yunye clenched his fists, his knuckles strained as he endured the stinging pain.
Yet he didn’t make a sound.
Qiao Xi’s tears nearly rolled down.
His behavior could only mean one thing.
He was used to it!
"Whoa!"
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