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"Sure!"
Mai Xiaomai said with a smile, "I'm just afraid you won't dare to go out at that point!"
"When you're handsome, even the ugliest hairstyle becomes a feature,"
Qiao Chutian replied.
"You're too narcissistic."
Mai Xiaomai's hands gestured over his head, "Then, when the time comes, I'll use a razor right here to shave your hair into a yin-yang style, hehe."
"You wouldn't dare?"
"I wouldn't."
Mai Xiaomai stuck out her tongue, "I'm afraid you'll get angry and shave my head the same way."
"At least you know what's good for you!"
By this time, Qiao Chutian had also finished applying medicine to her knee and was unwrapping the bandage around her foot. Seeing that the wound that was about to heal had burst open again, oozing blood, his heart ached, and he chided, "I mean, Mai Xiaomai, aren't you uncomfortable if you don't fall over every day?"
"I'm not a masochist who wants to fall. I was just walking too hastily just now, which caused me to miss my step."
