What?
He frowned, lowered his head, and looked at the hand that he pulled out of his pocket. It was stained with black paint… It was sticky, liquid didn’t want liquid, solid didn’t look like solid…
Coincidence! Grams! force!
Thinking of the chocolate Xin Xiaoxiao had put into his pocket just now, Xiang Yiqing immediately returned his hand to his pocket and took out the chocolate.
He didn’t see clearly just now, only saw the pink outer packaging shell, and now he discovered that it was wrapped in tin foil, the pants were thin in summer, and the chocolate was sticking to the meat in the pocket when it was hot…
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