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... Wen Qiao just as she was about to ask, "Do you still like Wen Shu now?"
Fu Jinghen looked up at her, "What did you say?"
Some words, once interrupted, become too difficult to utter again. Wen Qiao shook her head, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you’re hungry now. You go answer the door first."
Fu Jinghen, not suspecting anything amiss, gently held Wen Qiao’s ankle and placed her leg on the couch before getting up to head toward the door.
He only opened the door ...
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