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525 I never cook
“Then, here,” Stuart pretend to want to open the door. Eddie stopped her immediately, “No, stop. Okay, I would sleep on the sofa. I agree,” Stuart pressed lips, hiding the smile in his eyes, He held her to their bedroom and took another quilt and pillow for her. After making bed for her, he walked out of the room. After about half an hour, he returned back, with two dishes and a bowl of rice, It smelt really good. Eddie stared at Stuart, “are you sure these were leftover?” They really didn’t look like leftover. “I never cooked,” Stuart said lightly, without throwing an eye on Eddie. Then he wiped oil stain on his hands. He still looked really elegant. Eddie still suspected, “But, we didn’t have leftover today. Why? How? Besides, leftover is bad for health
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