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... s hand, a trace of coldness flickering deep in her eyes.
Drinking it was certainly out of the question.
But... she could make him drink it.
Otherwise, such expensive milk would go to waste.
She spoke calmly, "When I came up just now, I had a bowl of the red date and white fungus soup Auntie Miller made, I can’t drink the milk."
Caleb Sinclair looked helpless, patiently coaxing, "I didn’t think it through, but you usually don’t sleep well and are prone to n ...
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