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"Come on." Fu Chijing reached out and picked up Tong Qing from the ground. Tong Qing startled, and before she could react, she was already sitting on Fu Chijing's lap. She did not dare move, afraid she might touch his injuries. "What are you doing?" Tong Qing asked. Fu Chijing did not answer. He lifted a hand and brushed the loose strands from her forehead