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As he spoke, he moved his hand down her chin and easily gripped her slender neck, but he did not put any force behind it, as if he was waiting for her answer.

"That's right!" I don't love you! " Qiao Anxia shouted without hesitation, her pupils shaking violently.

"Heh."

The moment she said that, Mo Tingyue's Demon Claw suddenly exerted force and tightened around her neck