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"You know pain?"

Mo Tingyue loosened his thin lips and grabbed Qiao Anxia's neck with his big palm. His eyes were like torches as he stared at her, "You will have to pay the price for making me feel pain."

His cold voice returned to its usual indifference and ruthlessness. He looked at the faint traces of blood seeping out of her neck as his fingers gently rubbed against her neck