The oil flowers are beating and the fragrance is tangy.

Orfea licked the bottom of the bowl of brown sugar ginger soup and stared at the steak in the pot with big eyes salivating.

The fluffy fur is like a cloud, and it goes up and down with the rate of breathing, and the crystal bright tiger teeth rub back and forth.

Chen Qi methodically turned over the meat steak and flicked Ofia's forehead: "If you dare to pounce on the pot, you won't have to eat tomorrow." ”

Stingy.

Orfea flicked her tail

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