Between being blamed by Chloe and being distressed by Chloe, Lin Zimo chose the latter without hesitation.
The sharp-edged pen made a circle in the air, and the boy stabbed it into his arm with his backhand.
Puff a note.
It was the sound of flesh being pierced.
Seeing that Miss Chi was rubbing Xingmu’s hand for a while, it looked like she was about to open her eyes, and the stylist’s heart almost reached her throat.
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