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... lap.”
Jiang Nanshu instinctively backhanded her in return.
The pretty girl’s face turned to the side, revealing a red palm print; the mint candy in her mouth was crushed, slicing her oral mucous membrane, and finally, she spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva onto the ground.
Jiang Nanshu looked at her hand in shock; before the pretty girl could speak, she preemptively admitted her fault with a hint of shame, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why, my hand—it has a mind of its own ...
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