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In the stone house opposite, a disheveled man was pressing the green-clothed woman that Ning Cheng and Meng Jingxiu had seen just now on a wooden couch, shaking desperately. The clothes on the woman in the green skirt had long been torn into pieces. She lay on the wooden couch and moaned feebly, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure....