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Her face was as red as rouge that could not be dyed red. Her entire body was slightly trembling, and her consciousness was not that clear anymore.

"Mac, okay?"

"Ugh …" "She muttered that it could only be an instinctive promise." "Alright …"

"Mac, are you happy?"

"Happy …"

"Do you love me?"

"Ugh …"

She was suddenly exhausted, her hands spread out, completely without the strength to answer