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... erted his head like his eyebrows had been singed by fire.
Itching all over her face, Cannibal Little Qingpu clung to Yue Jinghua’s face, its soft and fuzzy leaves caressing her skin, leaving behind a wet patch that was either drool or tears.
Yue Jinghua cracked a smile and scratched the leaves of Cannibal Little Qingpu. "Worried about me? You are such a sweet little thing, unlike some people who only know how to roll their eyes like dead fish."
Whether it was an illusion ...
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