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"There's nothing uncomfortable; it's just a little dizziness in my head."
Seeing him, Mai Xiaomai's heart instantly became warm and soft, and she had the urge to act coquettishly like a little girl.
"Dizzy? Why? Was work very hard today?"
Qiao Chutian really wanted to hold her in his arms.
However, it wasn't convenient; he could only reach out and wrap his arm around her waist.
Perhaps it was psychological, but he felt her waist had gotten thinner, which added to his distress.
"I took a day off today."
Touched by him, Mai Xiaomai's waist felt sore and ticklish, her heart began to flutter, and a blush crept up her cheeks.
"That's more like it, I thought you were going to be a model worker again."
Qiao Chutian was pleased with her attitude of not working today.
But then he thought something wasn't right.
As someone who's usually so enthusiastic about her work, she shouldn't be taking a day off for no reason. Could her head really be that dizzy?
