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"That's it?" Zhou Ruo'an tilted her head and asked with a smile.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her lips were moist and bright red, like a half-opened flower that was waiting for someone to pick it. Beads of sweat flowed down the sides of her face, forming dew that had fallen in the morning.

Ling Tianwang's already anxious breathing skipped a beat and became more and more chaotic