The man leaned back in his chair lazily, holding a spoon in his hand, stirring the soup in the bowl for a while. His gaze was nonchalantly sweeping the woman across the table. Maybe she didn't react yet, she pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes were a little wary and a little dazed.

It was still a little cold in March, and the heating was on, and she wore only a T-shirt, and her slender waist rose and fell under a tight apron. She was born white, and her rolled up sleeves were exposed......

Chapter 40 of "Taking Advantage of the Void" You have to take a shortcut When you are hitting it with your hand, please wait a moment,

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