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Chen Nianru took his clean clothes, and looked up and down at the injured man embarrassedly: "I'll go get some water for you to wipe your body."

Her mind was in a mess. She didn't want to think about that topic.

Qin Weiyu's sword-like eyebrows tightly knitted together. As she looked at the woman's beautiful figure, her gaze turned as deep as an icy pond