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... he finally snapped back to reality.
"Xiaxia, when did you get here?"
Li Xia touched her own face, looking frail and wronged: "Brother Shaolin, look at what Huo Siyu did to my face, it hurts so much. How could she behave like that, just like a shrew."
Mo Shaolin’s gaze was desolate; he wasn’t as attentive and caring as usual, not even offering her a single word of concern.
Mo Shaolin’s behavior made Li Xia somewhat angry.
Had Huo Siyu ensnared Mo Shaolin’s ...
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