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... me as Hu Yaoyao’s.
One human, one demon, sharing the same body, arguments aside, they could always tell what the other was thinking.
"Stop crying, will you?" Hu Yingying, covering her sorely slapped face, grumbled at Hu Xiaohong, "Can you be nice for once at a time like this? Otherwise, we’re both going to suffer."
The resentment in Hu Yingying’s tone was obvious.
Having hoped that Su Mianmian would suffer, Hu Xiaohong was unhappy, and now she was even being scold ...
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