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that came from senses other than sight."Hmm," he replied softly, his other hand began to trace along her porcelain-white back, through the thin fabric of her nightgown, caressing it gently, as if it... couldn't help but explode. She turned around, clenched her fist, and punched Rong Ling."I'll teach you, there's no need for you to worry about it! What kind of tears without blood Go bleed yourself...