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Xia Xiaomin rolled her eyes at him and cursed in her heart. She walked to the side, picked up her fruit knife, and sat down on a chair to peel his skin.

Although she was resentful, she could not help but think of Zhong Luozhuang as her savior. Although her life was not saved, at least she was injured for her sake, so she was willing to seriously flay her skin.

She stood by the window