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"Damn."
Ouyang Mingmei let out an angry shout.
She really wanted to rush up and eliminate that jerk.
But thinking about it, she shouldn't be so impulsive.
So, she retracted her dagger, and with a slight twist of her hands, she quickly flicked them to the side.
Beep.
A strange phenomenon appeared; as her hands moved, suddenly, petal after petal of mandala flowers, akin to elves, began to flash beside her hand.
The petals drifted in the wind, filling the whole bedroom with their fragrance.
"Ah, how fragrant!"
The soundly sleeping Wang Chao subconsciously took a breath, his brain suddenly slumping to the side, seemingly without any reaction.
At that moment, Ouyang Mingmei finally sighed.
Wang Chao had fallen victim to her mandala scent, and even if there were an earthquake, he probably wouldn't be able to get up.
"So nakedly exposed, then leave the world just as nakedly."
