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... y memory are at dusk. For example, at this moment, she was fascinated by looking at Huang Xize's side face.

Huang Xize didn't look at her, but tilted his head slightly: "Do you want to eat beef noodles today?"

Last time Ye Ying made a wish to Huang Daxian to eat beef noodles, but the two of them wanted to see Zuo Huai but failed. Ye Ying was annoyed: "Their house is being renovated, and the store is temporarily closed."

Huang Xize thought for a while, then suddenly raised th ...

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