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That's not right.

There was a faint scent of blood on his body.

Lin Ange frowned as she tapped the ground with the tip of her foot …

"An An, don't move."

Lu Yiyao stepped forward and wrapped his arm around her slim waist.

"Put me down …"

Lin Ange took the opportunity to grab his sturdy arm and whispered.

"An'an, slow down …"

Lu Yiyao carried her down with one arm