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"Jin Li?" Long Xingyue repeated his name, leaned close and whispered into Yun Jinxiu's ear: "Thank you, but, this ointment, it won't leave any scars right? That's so ugly! "

Long Xingyu couldn't help but knock on her forehead, "At such a time, why are you still concerned about leaving behind scars!"

Long Xingyue felt wronged: "Elder sister, if I had ugly scars, wouldn't seeing it in the future