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h one hand, squeezing tightly, and clenched his other fist. He didn't say a word, just punched him twice. Xiao Yi was a real martial artist. The force behind his punches could probably knock over a co...htly, but it was only for a moment. He immediately regained his composure, softening his body, his large hand naturally finding its way to the back of her head. A silent smile curved his lips, and ev...