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What the fuck?
Li Erpang got angry in an instant.
He almost couldn't hold back, about to transform into a beacon of righteousness and bellow at Yi Lin's "salty pig hand," "Let go of that girl and let me!"
But he still held back.
Because before Little Fatty spoke up, Yi Lin's hand wasn't extending towards the mysterious place Li Erpang imagined but was instead gently placed on Sheng Chunrou's head.
Li Erpang instantly shut his mouth.
Thank goodness he hadn't acted impulsively.
Brother, I, Li Erpang, know that you're not that kind of person.
Yi Lin had no idea that within an instant, Li Erpang's heart had undergone such tumultuous waves.
If he had known, he might have beaten Little Fatty to death.
In a very cruel way.
But at this moment.
Yi Lin was too preoccupied to care.
He was indeed very excited.
Ah, that was the fragrance of "Grudge."
Sheng Chunrou raised her head blankly, her gaze empty and soulless, very much like the state after taking "NT-046."
