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Lin Na saw him wiping his mouth and thought she had seduced him, so she boldly leaned in a little closer, continued to pout, and said coquettishly, "Chutian, my lips are so painfully burned, wuwu..."
"Do you need to see a doctor?"
Qiao Chutian avoided her puckered lips and still asked with concern.
"I don't want to see a doctor, I want you to blow on it."
Lin Na continued boldly, giving him a very obvious hint.
"Nana, stop being naughty, you're not a child,"
Qiao Chutian said.
"But I just want it blown on."
Lin Na was relentless, "You're my boyfriend, and in front of you, I am a child."
In the past, she wouldn't act like this.
Before, to make Qiao Chutian think she was a gentle, considerate, generous, proper, and mature girl, she had always been reserved and never whiny or coquettish in front of him.
But her best friend told her yesterday that was all wrong.
