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... shes trembled slightly as he was about to get up.
But the strength of that hand was surprisingly strong, preventing him from moving.
Ying Zijin raised her head, glanced at him, and said three words, “Don’t move.”
She bowed her head again, still holding the silver needles, the tips darting between several acupoints.
It was as if she wasn’t holding a person, but a piece of embroidery.
“Kid…” Fu Yunshen’s brows quirked upward, the tail of his voice curling in ...
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