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... ld out his own hand: “Give it to me. I’ll drink it myself. I’m not that picky, and it’s not like I’ve lost my hands or feet.”
However, Leng Chenmo stayed silent, but not without making clear his intentions. He ladled out a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and offered it to Tang Zhou, signalling him to take a sip.
Troubled, Tang Zhou pursed his lips: “I’m not a woman, I don’t need to be spoon-fed.”
“Who was it recently spouting off that Tang Zhou is a girl?” Leng Chenm ...
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