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The air was filled with the cool smell of peppermint ointment.

Qiao Anxia's fingers were still stained with ointment as she bared her fangs and shoved the man who was pushing her down. "You, don't touch me, I'm calling for help …"

Her two small hands rested on Mo Tingyue's chest, inadvertently touching the refreshing feeling brought about by the cool touch with great temptation