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Feng Xian sighed lightly. "I drank a cup and got drunk." He had never seen a wine with such a shallow capacity.

Clear Fog's eyes were hazy, and his cheeks were slightly red. He stubbornly went to his own teacup to take some food, repeatedly adding up the food. He could only complain, "These chopsticks are broken." He then looked at Feng Xian like a spoiled child and said