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Jiang Nanxi hung her head low, struggled for a long time, but ultimately couldn't resist the pressure in Xiao Ming's cold gaze, obediently leaving the room.
Xiao Ming made a call to the hotel restaurant, then collapsed onto the bed, too tired to want anything but a good sleep.
Though the process of suppressing Jiang Nanxi wasn't long, the energy he expended was tremendous. After all, she was a master whose skills were second only to Xiao Li's, especially when the knife tip was pressed against her heart—it was literally a gamble with his life.
In terms of the mental stress endured, it was no less than that of Jiang Nanxi.
Someone entered the room, sat down by the bed, but remained silent.
Smelling the familiar fragrance, Xiao Ming spoke weakly, "There, there, stop it, I'm really tired."
