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... ing incessantly, the blue veins on his forehead pulsating, and his feet began to uncontrollably dig the ground.
Lin Nianhe whispered timidly, "What could a weak girl like me possibly do to her?"
Li Dahe: "...?"
Weak?
Is this the time to be brandishing a kitchen knife and fighting with someone?
He gritted his teeth over and over again, barely managing to restrain himself from kicking this little rascal all the way back to Beijing.
Panting heavily, L ...
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