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... hem didn’t stay long for the late-night meal.
Wen Qiao propped a hand on her cheek, fiddled with the empty beer bottle in front of her, and then glanced at Lin Ruochun, who had collapsed on the table, unconscious. She was a bit shocked.
Her alcohol tolerance was ridiculously low.
It was only slightly better than being a one-cup wonder; Lin Ruochun was out after two bottles.
The incident started like this.
Not long after the skewers arrived, Wen Qiao felt s ...
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