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Before his hand could even touch her, Yan Heng had already dodged his hand by a step, "This isn't for you, hurry up and leave with your things."

"The scent of osmanthus flowers?"

Yan Wuyou's eyes lit up, "I also like the taste of osmanthus flowers, brother, I want that."

Yan Wuyou stretched out his hand to take it again, but was pushed away by the arm Yan Heng held out to him