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Zhao E lowered her head with a flushed face, not daring to look at Cheng Qing, but she could not stay on the couch.

Cheng Qing sat to the side, fiddling with the medicinal powder, urging in a righteous manner, "It's almost time. Even if you change the medicine later, I'm afraid you won't make it in time."

Zhao E raised her head and glared at Cheng Qing