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Not long after that, Su Ge was done with the acupuncture and Yan Xiaoxun's wound also stopped bleeding, so she took out a new medical gauze and applied it to the wound, then used medical tape to fix it.

Su Ge's hands moved around his thighs, unavoidably touching Yan Xiaoxun's skin. With every touch, her eyelashes would slightly tremble.

"Does it still hurt?" Su Ge lightly pressed the gauze