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Dongfang Ye looked at Xia Sizhu's frightened actions and couldn't help but smile. He turned his hand and touched Xia Sizhu's shoulder.

"Does it hurt?" Dongfang Ye touched his wound, and a trace of pain flashed across his eyes.

"Of course it hurts." Xia Sizhu rolled her eyes. Biting you?

Dongfang Ye took out a porcelain bottle from his chest and opened its lid