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Shi Qingzhou watched him closely, and in the end, Long Xiaoyuan had to drain the two bowls of tonic.

Long Xiaoyuan felt the bitterness in his mouth, and he couldn’t taste anything else. He pulled Shi Qingzhou into his arms. “Qingzhou, it’s too bitter.”

Shi Qingzhou chuckled. “Want me to blow on you?”

Long Xiaoyuan felt it was bitter instead of aching. How could Shi Qingzhou blow on it?

Besides, even if it hurt, blowing on him was useless!

However, Long Xiaoyuan n ...

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