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Mo Ling's flailing hands inadvertently caught hold of Qiao Yanran's hair and instantly pulled off a few strands.

"Hiss —"

Qiao Yanran sucked in a breath of cold air and tucked her hair behind her head.

It hurt a little.

"Don't move."

Qiao Yanran frowned and, as she spoke, she directly ripped off his black robe.

When Mo Ling heard this familiar voice, his hand paused for a moment. However