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... le, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at Ji Anning’s rice bowl, from which she had only taken a few bites, and the soup that was half-drunk.
Feeling quite pleased, he picked up the bowl of bone broth, brought it to his lips, and took a whiff, then he lifted his other hand and, with slender fingers, gently picked up the soup spoon from the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his mouth.
He savored the taste with elegance, seeming as if he hadn’t had his fill, and scoope ...
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