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Yan Chenghan glanced at him, "The bottle I mentioned isn't much, just enough for one person."

Mi Shu's face instantly turned green, then purple again. Finally, it became as white as the wall that had just been scraped clean. His body slid under the sofa little by little, and Mi Shu's sadness rose like a river: I can't control myself.

Yu Haitao said in amusement, "Mi Shu