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A large truck screeched to an abrupt halt beside her, and the driver stuck his head out, cursing loudly, "If you want to die, do it without getting me involved! Damn it, what bad luck!"
Mai Xiaomai was completely shielded in Qiao Chutian's embrace at that moment, and the pain from her wound brought her back to her senses after the initial shock.
Just moments before, she had wanted to cross the street to hail a cab, but her mind was preoccupied with the image of Qiao Chutian and Lin Na embracing each other. Distracted, she didn't pay attention to the traffic and carelessly stepped into the road.
Fortunately, Chutian had appeared in time, pulling her back from the brink of death.
She quickly clambered up from his embrace, only to notice he was drenched in sweat, his brows furrowed in pain, which made her ask anxiously, "Are you hurt somewhere?"
Mai Xiaomai, are you alright?"
Instead of answering her, Chutian asked urgently.
"I'm fine."
