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... he pressed the glass against Lun Youlin’s cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Gazing at Lun Youlin, Bai Lian calmly took the cigarette Mao Kun handed her and spoke with an offhand air, “You really are ridiculous, asking me to call the police?”
The blood on Lun Youlin’s body slowly flowed toward her on the ground.
She pressed harder with the hand holding the glass and even let out a light laugh, “Call the police, you say? Do you think… you’re qualified enough to have me c ...
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