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... ut an alcohol allergy, it seems like you two are quite close!" Another person chimed in to tease.

Now, everyone was giving Ye Weiwei and Shen Sizhe strange looks; those inquisitive gazes were laced with hints of ambiguity, which made Ye Weiwei very uncomfortable. She smiled with pursed lips, gracefully walked over to the table, and picked up the bottle of red wine with her delicate hand.

"Who said I can't drink? Who said I have an alcohol allergy? I can hold my liquor very well!" ...

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