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... was so cold that he didn't want to drink it.
Nanhuang really had no choice, took out a gun from his waist, and pressed it against his head: "Drink the medicine!"
Rong Wuye was indifferent.
Nanhuang took a step back. "Sit down and I'll feed you."
Rong Wuye was still indifferent.
Nanhuang put away the gun, and pressed the man on the sofa. She picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip by herself, then raised his chiseled handsome face, and kissed his li ...
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