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ell, lingering around her nose. His hand rubbed against her face, warm and trembling yet strangely unsettling.Through whom was he lookingYe Fei Mo was undoubtedly cold and ruthless, but at this moment...onveniences. I sat opposite him warmly, just as hungry myself, originally planning to cook noodles, but in the end, pitifully drank a cup of milk and a glass of cucumber juice, while he ate a large bo...