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"Calling me a little dumpling? You, Zhen Zhibing!"
Mai Xiaomai reached out to pinch Qiao Chutian's neck.
Qiao Chutian quickly turned the tables on her, a mischievous, almost evil smirk in his dark eyes, his thin lips curved coldly, "You should know what Zhen Zhibing wants to do with a little dumpling, right?"
Mai Xiaomai's heart skipped a beat, her muscles tensing as she started to push him away forcefully, saying, "Go away, go away, you perverted reprobate!"
"Hehe!"
Qiao Chutian chuckled mischievously, the sight of her pale lips from fright bringing back that damned thirst.
Seeing his Adam's apple bob, Mai Xiaomai immediately realized something was wrong and hastily employed her capture technique...
Although using fists in water wasn't very convenient, it was more than enough to deal with someone who didn't know martial arts.