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... She looked at Liang Jiahao's chopsticks in disdain and snorted. "No, thank you. I'm germaphobia."
Liang Jiahao immediately put down his chopsticks, stood up, and went to the kitchen. He took out a new pair of chopsticks and picked up another piece of meat. After blowing on it, he held it near Qin Yu's mouth. "Say ah …"
Qin Yu: "….."
There must be something wrong with Liang Jiahao's brain.
She simply had no way to communicate with him.
Qin Yu put down her c ...
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