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Of course, Ling Jue felt that it was unfair. It wasn't that he was trying to pick a fight on purpose, but that those flowers and plants were always trying to provoke him.

"This was an accident. I did not expect her to suddenly leap into my arms. " Ling Jue played with Xia Weilan's hands, Xia Weilan's fingers were as sharp as scallion roots, and weak like a bone. It felt soft in his hand