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... ago, his brother's old illness relapsed, and Si Mingjing just pricked his brother's forehead with a few needles, and he was fine in no time. Ye Shen didn't know Chinese medicine, but he thought it was miraculous.
Si Mingjing's brows frowned even deeper, two words escaped from between his lips and teeth with great reluctance: "Chest."
Mo Yinhe's eyes, burning with tenderness, always fell on Si Mingjing's body. Seeing that she, like the God of Plague, had never met his eyes, she ...
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