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Yun Jian was sitting on a bench that was neither too high nor too low. He picked up the rice dumplings that Qin Yirou had just brought out from the kitchen.
Just as he was about to peel the rice dumplings, si yi snatched the rice dumplings from Yun Jian’s hand and used his clean and well-defined slender hands to peel the sticky rice dumplings. He pinched the rice dumplings and handed the meat rice dumplings to yun Jian’s mouth.
“The rice dumpling is too s ...
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