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eling of wanting to be possessed by Rong Ling. The lower part was burning hot, yet itched terribly. She thought about him, desperately thinking about him. Every time she shook her head trying to driv...his eyes gradually turning cold, and he asked with a sharp edge. "Are you so unwilling to stay by my side! If you want to meet someone like me again in the future, it will be rarer than a comet hittin...