(It's double monthly pass time, kindly asking for a monthly pass)
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"Just the soup?" Mabel Cooper's mature and dignified pretty face faintly blushed, looking at him incredulously.
"Just the soup." Yves King said with a righteous expression, like a cunning wolf tempting an innocent rabbit. He continued unapologetically: "I swear, I will do nothing but drink the soup."
"Can you guarantee?" Mabel looked at him sidelong, hesitated for a while, and asked doubtfully.
"I guarantee," Yves's tone was firm, but his face held a trace of an ambiguous smile.
Mabel saw through his intentions and abruptly turned her face away, her attitude suddenly growing cold. She quickly set up his little dining table, took out the hot soup she had prepared from the bag, and calmly organized everything with somewhat forced movements. The spoon and bowl clanged against each other. "Pour it yourself."
