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This pervert!

He couldn't move anymore!

Since when did the word "get lost" mean that it was equivalent to an unspeakable sport?

Sheng Anxia still wanted to say something, but Gu Hanmo's gaze shifted away from her and landed on Fu Jue who was about to walk over. His ink eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Charm, coldness