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Their lips met.

The bitter soup flowed into Gu Mengmeng's mouth, her tongue trembling slightly …

The soup entered his throat.

A faint cold fragrance filled their mouths.

The medicine was bitter, but the smell was cold. I really don't know what was added in it.

"Cough, cough …"

Just when Gong Nanling was about to 'retreat', a light cough sounded