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"Does Xiu Xin still remember what happened the last two times Xianyou got drunk?" Asakawa Xia propped her cheek with one hand, staring straight at Aoyama Xiu Xin as she asked softly.
Aoyama Xiu Xin’s face slightly changed, and he dodged her gaze, unable to look her in the eye, "I... I’ve long forgotten."
Of course, he remembered—the taste was fresh, smooth, and endlessly memorable.
"Then let me help you recall it today." The corner of Asakawa Xia’s mouth curled up a ...
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