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She laughed until her body went limp, while he was angered until his face turned green.

Leaning over her, he paused for a moment before slowly getting up. He put on his clothes, got up and tidied himself up.

Feng Er coldly watched him do all of this, watching as he 'affectionately' pressed a kiss on her face before he left. Then he disappeared from the window.

From start to finish, he didn't say a single word: "Take care!" He wasn't the kind of person who didn't know about human accidents, but he disdained to say so.

To him, what she did was what she should do!

A smile appeared on Feng'er's face, and she looked at Zhao Dangming, who was standing at the side, with an aching pain all over her body. The man collapsed on the bed.

His eyes were closed, but there was a strange smile of satisfaction on his face.

His cold eyes swept across the mess in front of him. He had to admit that this medicine was indeed tyrannical. That ball of white liquid was the essence of this man.

"You, just wait for your death. Even if you die under the peony flower, it would be good to be a ghost. "I believe you will be satisfied with the way you died!"