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But to his surprise, the noise went further and further away. Qie Xieling smiled sweetly looking so happy.

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In the dimly lit forest, tension hung heavy in the air as Yana and King Luo confronted each other. The animosity between them crackled like static electricity, fueled by years of deep-seated resentment.

When he walked in and found her lying on top of Qie Xieling he was suddenly filled by an inexplicable rage. He saw red like a raging bull grabbing her by the hair out of the tent. He had never been this angered in his entire life. The rage he felt at this moment was even greater than when he was betrayed.

Seeing that finger touching Qie Xieling's bare chest drove him so mad that he just wanted to break all her fingers so she wouldn't dare lay her filthy hands on him ever again.