Jiang Xiao originally intended to continue scouting eastward. Since this fellow was asking for a beating, naturally he would not mind. With a loud roar, Yimir charged fiercely toward Jiang Xiao like a moving mountain, while the Auðumbla beneath him let out a deep bellow.
"A birthmark?" Murong Changqing frowned, glanced at Feng Qian's left arm, and then furrowed his brow again involuntarily.
Zheng Xichen meticulously applied ointment to Zheng Chenheng, his slender fingers dipping into the balm and gently smoothing it across his cheeks and the corners of his lips. Looking at those gentle movements, tender expressions, and eyes full of heartache, Zheng Chenheng felt a surging sweetness in his heart and could not resist leaning in to kiss him.
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