"Hmph."

A very faint nasal voice, gradually lengthened, and a little helpless.

Ye Tu stared at the woman in his arms, the little face full of hatred, his heart was entangled, uncomfortable, suffocating, and the overwhelming discomfort diffused, pressing him unable to say a word.

His hand gradually loosened, as if he could no longer grasp it.

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