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... held the **** soup in his hand, and for a long time he didn't move.
"What's the matter, hurry up." He put down the small bowl in his hands and looked at Han Ye with a strange look. "Ginger soup drove the cold. After drinking, you don't feel cold."
"But ..." Han Ye's eyes drooped slightly, and he took a look at the slightly yellowed **** soup in his bowl. This thing has a bad smell of **** ...
Looking at the expression on his face late in the evening, she suddenly seemed to ...
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