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... ed her skirt. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!”
Gu Yan coldly walked over, took out a handkerchief, squatted down, grabbed the young monk’s hand, and carefully wiped it.
The little monk looked at Gu Yan with a blank expression on his face.
Gu Yan nonchalantly threw the used handkerchief on the ground: “Don’t touch dirty things outside.”
Miss Zhuang’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Did she hear that right?
Was he saying her skirt was dirty?
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