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You what you? I bent down to pull him up, opened my left and right hands, and slapped him seventeen or eighteen times. Instantly, his skin and flesh were lacerated, and blood flew everywhere. Because I really couldn't see this sissy's face, especially her blushing face. The more I looked at her, the more she looked like a little girl who had been humiliated!

"Ah. . . Don't hit me in the face. .