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Mo Tingyue gently rubbed her swollen ankle until that piece of skin was as warm as his palm. Then, he slowly let go of her wrist.

He slowly picked up the cushion on the bed and placed it under her injured ankle. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "What do you want to eat at noon? I'll get Nanny Qin to bring it over for you."

"No need." Qiao Anxia frowned