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... mumbled inside, her voice hazy.
She was already slumped in the corner, the pink mist curling around her like silken vines.
"My… my head… it's spinning…"
"This smell—what… is…?"
Hu Jiao'er's nose twitched. Her eyes widened.
"No! It's a fragrance mist! This—this—YOU USED A FILTHY TRAP!?"
"SU XIAOBAI!! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!"
Outside, Su Xiaobai stood there like a lone swordsman…A tragic silhouette gazing out into the rising mist. If someone wer ...
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