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... gain, holding the same enamel jar cup on her desk.

It was office hours, she didn't want to disturb others, so she went out and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Lu Che raised the cup in his hand and said, "The cafeteria has lunch in the afternoon, and we cooked taro dumplings for us. It's sweet. I'll bring you a cup."

Speaking, he carefully put the cup into her hand and said, "It's cold, you sit all the time, drink something to warm your body, I'm leaving!"

Before drin ...

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