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“Didn’t you want me to eat that porridge? I will eat it as you wish,” Jing Yunzhao flung Qiao Weimin’s hand off and said coldly. She marched to her room and looked at the cold porridge, then gobbled it up.
An upset stomach wouldn’t kill her anyway, and she would sit for the test the day after no matter what.
“Such a temper! Maybe you would behave better if I beat you three times a day,” Qiao Weimin muttered, satisfied that Jing Yunzhao had finished the porridge. He glanced ...
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