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Xia Yihan knew that she had touched Ye Zimo's reverse scale. The opponent's expression was not good, but his hands were tightly clamped around his waist.

Xia Yihan twisted her waist, wanting to leave. Seeing Ye Zimo's somewhat unhappy expression, Xia Yihan sighed and first gave in. She patted Ye Zimo's arm. "I just want to go to the washroom