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Qiu Shu stood arrogantly before Zhu Yao, arrogance written all over her face.

She put the handkerchief to her mouth and smiled. She suddenly raised her hand and said, "I'm so sorry. My hand slipped just now. Sister Zhu Yao, you are so weak! How dare you!" But since you said it's fine, then it doesn't hurt anymore? If it doesn't hurt... Otherwise