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"I …"

Qiao Anxia's gaze was a little unfocused, her mind constantly replaying those words.

"Mo Hancheng, smelly ice cube, you'll only be mine for the rest of your life …"

She tried to think back, but the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.

"So painful …"

Qiao Anxia couldn't help but cover her head with her hands. Then, she frowned painfully and leaned into Mo Hancheng's arms