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He looked coldly at the woman in the pool, who no longer struggled. A cold sneer curved his thin lips.,Air rushed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She retched, spewing a pool of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.,What kind of fetishes does the original owner have to be in love with such a domestically abusive man to this extent!。