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... ached out to grab her free hand and pressed it against his stomach.
Nuonuo blushed, quickly retracting her hand from Da Bao’s grasp, holding her bowl with both hands, pretending to seriously drink her soup with her head down.
Seeing Nuonuo’s flushed face, Da Bao’s mood inexplicably brightened, a rare mischievous smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
"Aren’t you going to ask me how it tastes?"
The term ’rare’ doesn’t mean Da Bao is always stern and serious. < ...
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