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... r mouth. She vomited till nothing was left in her stomach. Carlo assisted her to clean her mouth and then she drank water. She didn't feel like drinking water but her voice became hoarse and her throat turned dry after screaming for too long.


Pedro said, "Alright, push now. You have to hurry up or the child might face a problem."


This time, Mu Lan bit down her lower lip and her teeth but through her soft skin. As she tested her own blood, her eyes turned red. She used her pow ...

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