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"Can you let go now?" Jin'ge looked at her hand and frowned.
"Oh …" "Sorry." Han Xuji was afraid that he would annoy Jin'ge, so he immediately let go of his hand. At this moment, he was as nervous as a quail.
Jin'ge rubbed her wrist. Her skin was too tender. Even though Han Xuji subconsciously used some strength to grab her hand, it still had a red mark on it