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... al kit on the coffee table. She poured it into her palms and rubbed her red, swollen ankle.
Han Zhifan knew she studied medicine before, so seeing as she didn’t call for a doctor, he figured that she knew it wasn’t sprained and could take care of it on her own.
Without talking any nonsense, he took a seat beside her and stared at her as she rubbed her ankle.
Her fingers were really beautiful. She probably typed away on a keyboard all year round and students of ...
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