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Mo Yifan couldn’t wait to pick up the chicken wings and bite it. A wisp of red oil ran down her sexy lips to the snow-white bar, and Mo Yifan’s belly rang unwillingly.
Ying Xue saw that Fu Diejun had robbed Mo Yifan of food taken late at night. At this time, when Mo Yifan's belly sounded, he bit his lip and said,…