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"You don't like the taste of this porridge?" Ling Xiao Ya asked.

Zhang Xingyun was currently holding a bowl of porridge and after taking two sips, she frowned.

Shen Muxi froze for a moment before a faint blush crept up her face, "That's mine!"

The bowl in Zhang Xingyun's hand was still smeared with lipstick. When he was drinking the porridge, his mouth was pressed against the lip print