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Nan Zhijun sat at the base of the tree, clutching her stomach and not saying a word.

"How is it, how about …" Let me massage you! " Murong Jue walked to Nan Zhijun's side with a flushed face. He looked at Nan Zhijun's pale face and felt sorry for her.

However, when Murong Jue's words landed on Nan Zhijun's ears, it did sound like he was teasing her. Nan Zhijun glared at Murong Jue angrily