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Er Er could feel Zhao He's gaze on him.

Occasionally, he would turn around, only to see that she was looking at him with an infatuated expression, and a line of crystal clear water droplets hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Er Er: "..."

He took out the handkerchief and wiped her mouth. "Don't you have grapes?" he asked gently.

Zhao He didn't say that he was the one she coveted