Auctions, night trading

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Longyaochen opened the door and came in. He saw Xia Yimo sitting on the sofa, kneading his head with oil. His delicate face was twisted together because of pain, and he was still reading words in his mouth. He did not find him coming in at all.

"sizzling..."

Xia Yimo just used a hard force, and she breathed in a sudden pain. Suddenly, the whole face was bitter like a bitter gourd... She looked at her swollen ankle, bit her lip and had a sour nose.

Just when Xia Yimo was angry with herself, suddenly, the medicinal oil in her hand was snatched away suddenly. Her...