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"..." Can you hurt me? "

Ruan Qiuyan tilted her head and thought for a long time before nodding seriously.

"Do you think you're made of iron, conceited?"

With that, he raised his hand and patted Xiao Jingran's hand.

Instantly, Xiao Jingran's hand went soft and lost all support, directly pressing onto Ruan Qiuyan's body.

Their lips were tightly pressed together