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... ouch your wound?" She couldn’t even remember doing so.
But Ye Sihan’s painful expression didn’t seem fake; the veins on his forehead were bulging.
"Are you alright?" she asked anxiously.
"I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath," Ye Sihan’s voice was hoarse.
"Let me see the wound," Xing Ling tried to pull her hand back, which he was holding tight.
However, Ye Sihan’s grip was so strong she couldn’t free herself.
"How could it bleed so easily?" Ye ...
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