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ai Liu swirled the liquid in his glass, the dim lighting of the bar adding a layer of ambiguity to his smile. Mo Yao disliked this kind of predatory gaze from him, her lips pressed into a thin line as...rted out. Then, remembering the wounds on Mo Yao's body, his heart ached with pain. It must have been these severe injuries that prevented her from waking up and caused him to lose consciousness. 。He...