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... o the smoking wok. His heart clenched further in dread.
When the plates arrived, the food practically glowed with heat, vibrant red and glistening with fiery oil. Ava picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and sighed in exaggerated contentment. "Mm, it’s so good."
Dylan stared at his plate like it was a challenge issued by a fire-breathing dragon. ’You’re evil,’ he muttered inwardly. Maybe this was her another way to take revenge on him.
"Come on, tough guy," she teased. ...
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