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"It's not the first time I've seen it..."
Xiaomai said with a flushed face, "I really suspect that you find excuses to be a hooligan every time."
"Hmm——"
Chutian said disdainfully, "You're being self-conceited."
"Okay, I'm self-conceited. But still, the fact that you're having a nosebleed proves that my figure is still pretty good."
Xiaomai glanced at him sideways and said.
"My nosebleed is purely from the heat. I'm going downstairs now to ask Aunt Zhang to stew some sweet soup to cool me down."
To avoid the awkwardness, Chutian also found an excuse to leave.
"Make some for me too, while you're at it."
Xiaomai called out to his retreating back.
"Hmm——"
Chutian didn't turn his head; he just responded with a snort and remained aloof.
Xiaomai watched his figure disappear at the door, the light in the depths of her eyes instantly vanished, turning gloomy.
How could she not know he barged into the bathroom out of concern for her?
