Hearing the silver, Feng Nuanyang's feet that stepped out of the threshold silently retracted it, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and put down the medicine box, then walked to the table, thoughtfully poured a cup of tea, walked to the bed and handed it over.

Si Yanyu licked her dry lips and looked at her...

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