Bu Yaolian walked aside: “The slave-servant does not eat, the slave-servant sets the dishes for you.”
Su Shen annoys her with a big palm and sits on her lap: “If you let you eat, you eat.”
“Young Master, the slave-servant is keeping her figure…”
“Shut up, your deity is very satisfied. The deity doesn’t like to feel all bones.” Su Shenfan put chopsticks into her hands and clipped a thief-sized chicken leg to her.
Bu Yaolian’s eyes were straight, and her saliva almost ran down.
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