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"Your hand is injured, I'm afraid you can't squeeze the toothpaste."
Having said that, Qiao Chutian picked up Mai Xiaomai's toothbrush, applied a strip of toothpaste on it, and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
Mai Xiaomai's heart fluttered, and she took the toothbrush from him.
"You can actually say thank you, it seems you do have a conscience."
Qiao Chutian saw her appreciative expression was a bit cute, so he stretched out a finger and flicked her forehead, "After brushing your teeth, I'll help you wring out the towel to wash your face."
"I can wring a towel with one hand, and besides, this hand that was shot just has a flesh wound, it's not an injury to the bones or tendons, so wringing a towel is no problem."
Mai Xiaomai blurted out worriedly, concerned he might ask for some kind of emotional repayment again.
"I'm idle anyway."
Qiao Chutian replied.
All Mai Xiaomai could do was bow her head and brush her teeth...
Brush left, brush right, brush up, brush down...
