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The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,Just then, Li Qianzi's closed eyes suddenly flew open. Her eyes were bright as snow and sharp as lightning.,Moments later, the door was flung open with a loud "bang" by Nan Gong Yu's forceful kick. A gust of cold wind swept in, ruffling Li Qian Zi's magnificent crimson wedding robe.。