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It's ruined, all ruined.
It's like discovering half a cockroach in your traditional medicine, forcing yourself to drink it while holding back disgust, only to find that the second pack has no cockroach the next day—regret, extreme regret.
Zhou Li now highly suspects that the King of Han is a freak with some peculiar fetish.
Do you like the abstract?
Then do I have to be the one you turn to for a gay encounter?
At this moment, Zhou Li was at a loss for words. He felt sure that the King of Han wouldn't fancy such a woman who cheats at cards, wears tight clothes, and runs a brothel, after all, he's the King of Han, concerned about his own dignity—with so many people around, it couldn't be possible that everything was ruined because of Dai Yi, that Ancient God crap.
But his junior didn't listen to him.
