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... Suddenly recalling that her walking posture seemed to be wrong, Rong Yan suppressed his pain and cussed while his face turned as pale as a sheet. He then walked towards the coffee table, snubbed his cigarette and grabbed the telephone handset.
“Xu Zhiyuan, buy some medicine for me immediately!”
“Young Master Rong, what kind of medicine do you want?”
What kind of medicine?
Damn it, how would I know!?!
She’s probably all red and swollen down there ...
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