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Hong Ying stared at his junior brother with his neck straightened. Only after a long while did he regain his senses.

He extended two fingers, pinched the corner of his junior brother's sleeve, and shook it twice. He squinted his eyes, bit his lips, lowered his head to an attractive curve, and scolded in a tender voice: "Aiyo, you damned bastard! Can you not be so heartless, so cruel