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"Won't you let the chef cook it?" Sheng Anxia muttered in a low voice, "You clearly dislike the taste, yet you keep asking me to cook it. Is there something wrong with your sense of taste or is there something wrong with your brain. . . "

Gu Hanmo reached out his hand and pulled off his thin nightgown. As he turned his head, his gaze seemed to have substance as he stared at Sheng Anxia