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Lifting up the blanket, he saw that the wound on his waist had been reattached almost to his wound.

In fact, it was just a mark. Meng Xi was just too nervous.

Cheng Jue did not think much of it, otherwise she would have dealt with it a long time ago.

Naturally, he couldn't say that he didn't care in front of Meng Xi, or else he would have even more to say