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Luo Jinxiao froze for a moment, blinking as if she hadn’t quite processed what had just happened. Qu Weiyin, however, gazed upwards with an unreadable expression, thinking to herself, These fluffy eyelashes, I wonder what they would feel like if I pulled on them. When she decided to do something, she never hesitated. So, she reached out and gave them…

Luo Jinxiao sighed inwardly and looked up, meeting Qu Weiyin’s gaze. Oh, what cruel fate is this? she lamented silently. Is there no one else in the entire Wuhui Sect to teach this lesson? Qu Weiyin, on the other hand, didn’t seem surprised. She looked Luo Jinxiao up and down, taking in the sight of the young girl in her…

The Demon Lord was indeed a Demon Lord. Unpredictable and eccentric, her actions were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. If she didn’t want her and even humiliated her publicly, why bother with this act of kindness? How strange. “Hey, what are you thinking about? Don’t worry, Junior Shishu Qu is known for her bad temper. If it were anyone…

Luo Jinxiao took a sharp breath and closed her eyes, feeling a sudden rush of nervousness. The surrounding noise instantly quieted, leaving only the sound of their hearts pounding. Whether it was from shock or their close proximity, neither could tell. A long moment passed, so long that Luo Jinxiao’s legs began to ache. Finally, Qu Weiyin took a step…

Three words echoed in Luo Jinxiao’s mind: Don’t. Dare. Move. “Hey, wake up,” Luo Jinxiao called out, attempting to rouse the unconscious girl, but it was no use. Qu Weiyin seemed to be enduring immense pain. Her grip on Luo Jinxiao’s arm tightened, making it almost impossible to breathe. Her face was as pale as snow, and even her lips…