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... looked funny.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against the candied hawthorn that he had already bitten and rotated it in his mouth and didn't know if he should spit it out.
Lu Xiaocha was still holding the remaining candied hawthorns in her hand. Her tone was as innocent as she was as she spoke sincerely.
"I haven't licked the rest."
Fu Ye raised his hand. This time, no matter how Lu Xiaocha dodged, he ruffled her soft black hair roughly and messed it up.
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