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... er hands with a napkin, feeling satisfied. The spicy heat still tingled on her tongue, making her crave something cold to balance it out. She glanced around, spotting a nearby stand selling fresh fruit juices.
Before she could say anything, Feng Yizhou spoke up. "You want a drink?"
She blinked at him. "Are you reading my mind now?"
He didn’t answer, just nodded toward the stand. "Go ahead."
Qingran huffed but walked over, scanning the options. Fresh watermelon, or ...
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