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Jun Mo Li's slender fingertips caressed the teacup, feeling the warmth. If it weren't for that incident a moment ago, he might really have been sore to the core.

"Alright, go to sleep tonight. I still need to cultivate." Su Qingyue drank a cup of tea and said lightly.

Jun Mo Li pursed his lips, and asked with a wronged look on his face