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roblem. He just got off the plane and I think he hasn't eaten anything yet this evening. Could you help me make him something Noodles or congee would be great, just don't let him go hungry.""Oh… gastr... lips. 。Warmth met no resistance, her lips parted in welcome. The faint scent of alcohol from his mouth enveloped her tongue, filling her nose with his aroma, every breath a tendril winding around her...