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... xing was more tenacious than any other woman Ye Qilan had been with. Setting aside her jealousy of Su Hongxing, aside from being slightly overweight and unattractive, she was far superior to those women obsessed with petty jealousy.

“The medicine is here, drink it after your porridge, and then go to sleep.” For once, Xiaole didn’t provoke any further, she put down a bowl of porridge and left the room, closing the door behind her.

After drinking the porridge and taking the medicin ...

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