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"Heh, they are probably clueless and can't comprehend the situation they are in. You guys can pick whichever girl you like. I will take that small-eyed girl. She is my type. Fe fefefe!"

"What?" Sawi eyes widened, no longer small. "Leyvi, help!" She jumped onto Leyvi and hugged him tight.

How was it possible that the first time she went out of the city, she became the first girl targeted by these vile people? Sawi couldn't help but complain inwardly.

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