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... he looked at her palm. The warmth and texture of Cheng Dongge’s palm lingered on hers. The moment he held her hand, a surge of electric-like feeling coursed from her wrist upward. It had a numbing sensation.
“Can you handle spicy food?” Cheng Dongge inquired while he started the engine.
Qi Chengyue was still daydreaming—every single word he said flew over her. Cheng Dongge asked her again, but she still did not react. Seeing this, he leaned over to call her.
Qi Chengyue heard a ...
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