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Mo Ruo?

Who is it?

Ji Yunshu frowned. The pain on her face struck again. She raised her hand under the blanket and was about to touch her own face.

The next moment, Mo Ruo grabbed him and stuffed him under the bed.

"Of course it will hurt, but do not touch it. The medicine on your face cannot be bought with silver. It is a priceless treasure."

"Eh?"

"An ancestral formula