Internal violent emotions stirred restlessly within him. He longed to grab the sniper rifle and kill a few of those damned mercenaries himself to vent his frustration, but he still managed to restrain the impulse.
"Pfft!" Seeing this, Qiao Yexing couldn't help letting out a soft laugh, then shook her head with a hint of helplessness.
The rustling sound of putting on clothes came from beside his ear. Wen Shiyu pressed his thin lips together and stirred uncomfortably.
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