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... made her salivate uncontrollably.
"I'm not full from the meal just now," An Nuo blushed, "This soup—can I have a sip, Joe?"
It was just a bowl of soup, and Murong Qiao didn't intend to move.
So after hearing what An Nuo said, she agreed to do whatever she wanted.
"Just drink it." Murong Qiao waved his hand.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, An Nuo opened the lid of the thermos, lightly filled it with a spoon, and took a tentative sip. ...
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