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... car and drove off, Qiao Ruoxin’s long hair had already become disheveled.
With a resentful look in her eyes, she turned to the man next to her, "It’s all your fault, my hair’s a mess."
Mo Chen, however, touched her head and said in a deep voice, "Disheveled beauty."
She snorted coldly, "Is your shoulder healed? Or do you want to add some new injuries?"
The man chuckled, "Like biting people so much? Can you bite somewhere else?"
"..."
She really wa ...
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