The building of the noodle restaurant is antique, with blue tiles and white walls, red tables and wooden chairs, hollow carved windows, bamboo shadows, curling smoke, and a faint fragrance of noodles wafting in the hall.

After finding a seat and sitting down, Fu Zhan ordered a bowl of beef noodles.

Yan Sheng looked at him with his chin dragged with both hands, his eyes were curved into a crescent moon, his eyes were shining, clear and moist, the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and his eyes were obsessed and indulgent, a typical female nymphomaniac.

Fu Zhan glanced at

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