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Gong Haolan pursed his lips, looked at her swollen ankle, leaned over and blew on it. Min Xuanling's toes couldn't help but curl up a little, "It's itchy, Your Highness." "Don't blow it."

Gong Haolan helped him carry his socks and said helplessly, "I'll carry you."

Min Xuanling's eyelashes trembled as she looked hesitantly at his broad back. "Prince …"

He patted his back and said softly