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meng laughed out loud, happily starting to mess with Rong Ling's hair. It felt like she was playing with a rather novel toy. Oh, no, it was much more exciting than that!Rong Ling was tall and imposing...as no response. In the end, she had to find someone to kick open the door. And then, what met her eyes was that shocking crimson red. Even in the dark night, that patch of blood red could easily make...