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"Do you really hate me that much?" Leng Jueye lowered his gaze, anger already gathering in the bottom of his eyes, and his cold lips once again covered her lips.

The palm reached out to her clothes, torturing her severely.

"You ?" To Wen Xin, all of these were things that had never happened before. She cried out in alarm, her eyes filled with a layer of weak mist