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You're not qualified to let me touch it.

"Xu Yimo, stop!"

The voice of the person beneath him trembled, and even the hand that was tightly holding onto him began to tremble.

Xu Yimo frowned, he did not bother to reply and tore his shirt apart.

Lin Xiahua stopped struggling and turned his head around without saying a word. His nose felt sour, his eyes turned red, and once he took a deep breath