He closed his eyes.

Very thin arms, isn't it a little too thin......

No, no, no, what do you want to do.

Wang Luzhi dispelled distracting thoughts from his mind and began to think about dinner in the evening.

The three of them had already made a reservation for a Chinese restaurant.

But I don't know what the taste of the Chinese restaurant here is, and generally it will be improved according to the taste of the locals.

I hope there will be Hunan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine and the like.

Not really

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