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Liang Zhe's face was covered with wounds, and his forehead was twitching. His right arm was hanging, and his palm was wrapped in gauze.

Xu Yi was furious: "What's going on? "Are you hurt?"

No wonder these two days had been so quiet and without a sound. Feelings were tormenting him.

"I'm hungry!" The man lowered his head and tugged at her clothes.

He felt wronged like a big wolfdog