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... hit?” Sang Qiao looked down at Su Nuanying, whose nose began to sweat from nervousness, and couldn’t help but give a light chuckle.
She seemed less aloof than before, and her speech had become somewhat more frequent.
“Of course, look at you. You don’t look nearly as strong as I do, all thin and frail, like you’d just be target practice for someone else.”
The more Su Nuanying spoke, the more worried she became, contemplating whether to just grab her cousin by the arm and m ...
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