Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Anan bit Zong Zhengyu’s back.
Not only that, she even used her teeth to grind it.
Zong Zhengyu only felt that the skin on his back started to heat up, along with a faintly discernible sharp pain.
His eyes, which were originally deep and serene, had completely looked bottomless.
At the sa ti, he felt a familiar stinging sensation in his brain.
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