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Meng Xi's eyes turned red as he stared intently at the sword.

Cheng Jue had done it on purpose. Who told him to go to a bar?

Although Cheng Jue didn't want to be angry, she didn't want to torture him.

She felt a little guilty.

"Darling Cheng Jue … "Hurry up..." Meng Xi swallowed his saliva.

Cheng Jue did not expect him to counterattack. He should have also tied up his feet.