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ith amusement, croaked out, "Little... little girl!"The man crawled out from under the umbrella, staggering toward Lin Meng. He stared at Lin Meng's long, jet-black hair, but his mind was filled with... reached out to embrace her. The feeling of her skin was so thin, as expected... just like Rong Ling had said, she was so thin, like a bamboo pole! If this went on, wouldn't this girl torture herself...