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... stand what Qing Jun meant?
The big girl immediately clenched her fist!
"Master, have some porridge."
Zhiwei’s voice, like her appearance, carried a faint chill.
Chen Ye was indeed a bit hungry, so he reached out to take it.
Unexpectedly, Zhiwei retreated half a step, avoiding his hand.
She pursed her lips, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.
After hesitating for a while,
she scooped up a spoonful of hot por ...
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