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She loves him, but he doesn't love her. Treat her as a piece of grass, kill her relatives, and seize her country. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do about it. "Ling Mujing, I hate you!" Jiang Jingwu stared desperately at the man in front of him. The evening breeze blew through the screened windows, lighting up the candlesticks. The man's long figure fell on Jiang Jingwu, and the coldness in his eyes made people tremble. He knelt down, grabbed Jiang Jingwu's chin with one hand, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Get ready for the kiss. I'm looking forward to your performance." After saying that, Ling Mujing turned around and walked out of the room. The hatred in Jiang Jingwu's eyes became more and more obvious. Ling Mujing, you have no heart! You devil, you will not die well! Drinking a glass of poisonous wine will end your fate. ...