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... elt the temptation in his stomach building up.
“Shao Yang, just let me drink a little. Just one cup, please?”
“Not even one drop.” The young scholar glanced coldly at him. Yang Tao froze up at the look. “Your injury is still not fully healed, yet you still want to drink wine?”
Yang Tao hung his head down in melancholy as he watched his father, Yang Jian, drinking boldly in front of him.
“Father, you still have a sword injury too. You shouldn’t be drinking.”
Yang Jia ...
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