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When the fragrant chicken soup entered her stomach, it brought warmth to her body. As the hot air rose from her stomach, Wei Ying revealed a contented expression.

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

Zhao Feng was drinking a mouthful of chicken soup and choked on Wei Ying's words. He kept coughing. Did he hear her wrong?

"You … Cough cough. What did you say? "

Wei Ying's face reddened