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"Mengmeng …"

The speck of red made Ye Xiaochen's heart tighten. He stretched out his hand and pressed down the bloody needle for her.

Gong Nanling was a step too slow.

The unique cold air coming from his body disturbed Gu Mengmeng's heart, causing Gong Nanling's brows to sink.

"Young Master Ye, let me do it …"

Gong Nanling slowly opened his mouth and said with a slightly unhappy voice