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One of his hands reached out, holding a hot compress bag filled with eggs. Jiang Yining raised her head and looked at him, not understanding what he meant. What else was there to confirm? Yet under his gaze, she felt inexplicably flustered, as if the air had thinned. Seeing the girl’s innocent, vexed expression, Mu Chen pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth and, after a moment, smiled