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Seventh-Grade Grandmaster?
Su Luo's pupils slightly constricted as a trace of astonishment flashed through his eyes.
How old was An Ran?
She was only nineteen this year!
A nineteen-year-old Grandmaster was already quite remarkable, but An Ran wasn't just a Grandmaster, she was a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster?
Seeing Su Luo's shock, An Ran's face revealed a sly smile.
"Are you lying to me?"
Su Luo immediately looked at An Ran.
An Ran playfully stuck out her tongue and laughed, "Yeah."
"Alright, you girl, you actually dared to deceive me?" Su Luo huffed lightly, pretending he was going to punish her.
Thinking that Su Luo was going to tickle her, An Ran quickly said, "No, I'm ticklish…"
Ticklish?
Su Luo suddenly remembered that An Ran used to tickle him, punish him, and to go along with her, he even pretended to be overwhelmed. However, he hadn't expected that An Ran herself was ticklish.