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... ed silently: "Fool, would I be reluctant to feed you? After being hungry for so long, it would be better to drink soup first, you! I just can't take care of myself."

His heart-warming words made Jian Mo's eyebrows stretch instantly and his heart filled with happiness.

"Come, Momo, I feed you!" Shao Feng was holding a delicate porcelain bowl and half a bowl of chicken soup. It had already been degreased, and the white soup had a scent.

"Shao Feng, I drink it myself." After Ji ...

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