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Jiang Yan’s hand trembled violently.
The nerves on his arm seed to be out of his control as they slowly stretched towards the bowl, but his brain was still trying to keep his rationality, using all his strength to pull his hand back.
But in the end, she still held the bowl…
Qi yexi’s serene voice rang out again, full of enchantnt, be good. Little Shi ‘er likes sweet things the most. Bring this bowl of sweet soup to her personally. She’ll like it.
Jiang Yan’s forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
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