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Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,"Hmph, you shameless jerk. You don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either."。