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Lin Xuanzi went back to get the soup.
Mai Xiaomai took the box into the room and hid it in the layer under the floor tiles.
She picked up her phone, initially wanting to tell Qiao Chutian about her injury, but afraid he would worry, she decided not to send any messages and instead browsed through pictures of them together.
In less than twenty minutes, Lin Xuanzi came over with a thermos filled with soup.
"Drink it while it's hot."
He poured the soup from the thermos into a bowl, holding it in front of her.
"Okay."
Mai Xiaomai bowed her head and started drinking the soup.
The taste was so good, it earned praise.
After finishing, her abdomen felt warm and very comfortable.
"Come, I'll do acupuncture for you!"
Lin Xuanzi took out his bag of silver needles and said to her, "After the acupuncture, you should sleep early."
"Alright."
Mai Xiaomai lay down on the long couch prepared in the pavilion, raising the clothes on her waist.
