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"Sizzle ~ ~"

The sound of silk ripping could be heard.

Qiao Yanran directly tore off his shirt and the wound on Li Jin's shoulder was displayed before her without reservation.

"If General —"

Li Mian felt a chill run down his spine. He felt Qiao Yanran's gaze land on him. His hands moved quickly as he pulled a quilt over his body.

"The wound is festering