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e finished the entire bowl of noodles, not even a drop of soup left. 。Warmth was slapped, even though she applied ice to her cheek, it still hurt. The noodles were scalding hot, so she ate very slowly... her hands on Ye Fei Mo's chest. His face, in the dim light, was both cold and deep, with a blazing fire leaping within him. 。If you want to see Ye Sanshao and Cheng Anya, Ye Wei and Mo Jue, Eleven a...