"Let go! You're out of your mind!" Wu Muqian screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands clutching desperately at the hair clip as her fingernails gouged bloody trails down Guan Yao's arm.
But Guan Yao was completely indifferent to the pain now. Only a single thought drove her: get the hair clip.
Bracing her knee against Wu Muqian's shoulder, she used years of secretly trained combat techniques to suppress the other woman's struggling.
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