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... fist.
There just happened to be a napkin under his hand, which he squeezed into a crumpled mess.
Xia Xiaonuan’s lips twitched slightly.
Then, Nangong Yaoling sneered and said through clenched teeth, "Very well, I wouldn’t want to use a straw you’ve used and indirectly kiss you!"
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
Actually, she was just worried that the rim of the straw might carry the taste of bitter gourd juice. With Nangong Yaoling’s cleverness, he’d surely taste the ...
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