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... course, Xiao Xi’s soup tastes better."
"Why?" Si Wen continued to ask.
"You can save that question for your future boyfriend. Of course, Xiao Xi will absolutely not make soup for your boyfriend. The soup she makes is for me, and only me, to drink."
"Then don’t drink it." Si Wen reached out to snatch the soup from Xue Yang’s hand.
Xue Yang easily dodged her claws. "How could I return something that’s already at my lips?"
Having said that, he finished the so ...
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