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nd suddenly being served a delicious meal. How could you possibly eat it! A stomach accustomed to plain soup couldn't possibly adapt to this greasy feast! Lin Meng felt a sour ache in her heart, stirr...what to do! This malicious and somewhat domineering kind of oppression was something she had never seen four years ago!"Feed me"He said, bending down a finger and pressing it in hard."Ugh—"She gasped,...