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... crisp sound was produced by Yue Tingfeng slapping away Yan Qingsi’s hand.
“The hell are you touching him for? Watch out for infections.”
Yan Qingsi rolled her eyes at him. She took out a loaded hypodermic needle and gave it to Yue Tingfeng. “Do it.”
Stunned, he asked, “What’s this for?”
He knew full well that it was for Yan Mingxiu but he was also aware that it was not something beneficial.
Yan Qingsi shot him a glance. “You don’t need to care s ...
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