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\"delicious tea, delicious taste.\" Li Jiahong couldn't help but praise. when he saw Ling Ling's slightly playful smile, he couldn't help but blush. Knowing that my little thoughts just now couldn't escape Lingling's eyes, from now on, I have a slightly different perspective on Lingling. .
At least the young man in front of me is not as simple as he seems.
Li Jiahong groaned, thought for a while, and then slowly told Lingling what he had experienced.
what he said was a little long, but not messy. ms. Ling Ling was not in a hurry at all and listened carefully to what happened to Li Jiahong.
“…that’s what it was.” After Li Jiahong finished speaking, his mouth was a little dry. he noticed that Ling Ling had given him another cup of tea, so he quickly took another drink and drank it all in one go.
Linlin nodded with intrigued eyes. he sat on the chair and thought for a while, then got up and walked straight to the shelf facing Li Jiahong's back. he pulled out a piece of white tape from the second shelf from the bottom. black feather edges.
\"take this.\" Linlin didn't prepare a container to store the pen and handed it directly to the other person.
Li Jiahong was confused and picked up the pen, asking, \"what is this?\"
\"It's like a bird's feather, you give it to your wife,\" Linlin explains how to use the pen.
\"Is it for my wife?\" Li Jiahong was confused, \"Is this directly related to finding my c
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