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"A little bit …"

Lin Ange didn't take the blow head on and nodded.

"I'll call the doctor right away …"

Lu Yiyao immediately put down the white porcelain bowl in his hands and was about to press the emergency bell.

"No need."

Lin Ange pulled him back, her lush fingers holding his wrist, her palm warm.

"An An, you can't take it head-on?"

Lu Yiyao frowned slightly