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Apartment.
When Yan Chu came up with the fried chicken, Luo Qiangwei was sitting on the carpet with her back against the sofa, looking up at the stars in the sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounded by more than a dozen empty beer bottles at her feet.
Yan Chu frowned, immediately kicked off his shoes, and strode in, "Weiwei, we agreed no sneaking drinks, now you're not getting any fried chicken!"
He twirled the fried chicken in front of Luo Qiangwei, deliberately tempting her with its aroma, and was about to take it away when the woman propped herself up and grabbed the bag, "Mine..."
Luo Qiangwei half-crouched on the floor, messily tearing open the bag, grabbing a drumstick, and stuffing it into her mouth, biting and stuffing simultaneously until her cheeks bulged...
Perhaps because beauties are more vain, Luo Qiangwei, who typically paid great attention to her image, would never eat so ungracefully, gobbling down food like this.
