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Gong Yunning's delicate and pretty face was as black as a mosquito. She stared at Feng Xintian's arms that were wrapped around Shentu Jia. Her palms were clenched tightly, and the group of women squeezed Gong Yunning to the point of wanting to curse her.

Gong Yunning's mind was filled with a never before seen sense of frustration, unease, and anger.

This sex woman, although she looked harmless