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Xiao Yi took a deep breath as his hands trembled and touched Zhong Xiaoyu's face.

In the darkness, his eyes lit up. He started breathing heavily through his nose.

Crack.

In the darkness, a crisp slap sounded exceptionally loud.

Then, Zhong Xiaoyu's delicate shout sounded out, "You scoundrel!"

The voice was abnormally clear and clear, as if it was the angry and hurried shout of a female hero