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"It's nothing, I just didn't want you to be hungry," Xiao Buli said indifferently. He actually wanted to see just how strong the power of the Soul Contract was, and to what extent it could control one's will—of course, there was also a hint of mischief in his actions.
Helpless, Qin Shimoon broke off a small piece of the pancake and ate it. "Satisfied?" she glared at Xiao Buli as she spoke.
Xiao Buli shook his head. Such a small amount was hardly enough. He glanced over the food on the table and noticed a plate of pork intestines. Earlier, when it was served, Qin Shimoon had clearly shown a disgusted expression, so he pointed at the plate of intestines.
"Have some of this, it's really delicious."
"I don't want to eat that," Qin Shimoon shook her head.
"Have some," Xiao Buli persisted.
"No!" Qin Shimoon turned her head away in aversion.