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Just as she leaned forward, wanting to embrace Little Nuomi, bending down, she inadvertently tugged at the wound on her back.
Instantly, pain blanched her face.
Mu Jingxi knew it all too well, as soon as she saw Little Nuomi, she would get so excited she'd lose herself.
Forgetting even the wound on her back, she still wanted to hug Little Nuomi!
With the quickness of an arrow, he rushed forward, steadying her, and rebuked with a furrowed brow, "Be careful!"
Qiao An glanced at him, "Let go."
"You have an injury on your back, don't make such big movements."
"Get your stinking hand off me!"
Mu Jingxi almost inaudibly sighed, the longer he spent with her, the better he understood her temperament.
At this moment, she was probably angry that he left without a word, without giving her any message.
