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Just as the man was preparing to go further, Qiao Jing finally seized the opportunity, quickly withdrew her hands from the man's large grasp, and then raised her hand swiftly—knife falling, striking the man's neck.
"Mm-hmm—" The man let out a muffled groan before he fell down, his face buried in the valley in front of the girl.
The expression on Qiao Jing's face suddenly darkened, and she pushed the man off her body with a shove. After giving him a displeased glance, she got out of bed and straightened her clothes.
Qiao Jing silently calculated the time in her mind, 49 days remained until her relationship with Zhan Qipei was completely over. Considering the short number of days left, the stifled anger in her heart finally dissipated.
The next day when Zhan Qipei woke up, he found himself lying on his own bed, without even a blanket covering him.
This woman, she brought him back, yet didn't even bother to cover him with a blanket.
