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In the kitchen, the atmosphere was intense. Mu Weicheng was dealing with a fish unnaturally. When he felt the pair of clear eyes staring at him from behind, he was still a little shy.

Ling Nuannuan's eyes were very greedy. When she saw the man bend his back and the firm waist on his back, she swallowed her saliva and forcefully resisted the urge to rush over and block the oil.

Suddenly