Just when Hisoka was happily poking Meng La's cheek, his wrist was suddenly held with very little force. As long as he moved slightly, he could get out of the control. However, he did not move. He just narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl who was slowly approaching him. The moment their noses touched, their lips were gently touched by a piece of softness, carrying the aroma of strawberry milk and wine mixed together. "Use his way and give back to him."
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