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... "Susu, can I not drink?"
Shen Mubai sat down and took the lead in giving himself half a bowl. He did it dry. "No."
The boy’s nose was wrinkled, and he was somewhat wronged. “I hate onions, hate parsley, hate ginger.”
Shen Mubai waved his hand and motioned to know that he was, "Hurry up, or wait until you get cold."
Hoss softly embraced, "I don't want to drink."
"Oh oh." Seeing the pitiful appearance of the other side today, her patience improved a lot, so she s ...
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