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Because of the pain, he could leave and wipe it off. The porridge covering his skin wasn't much, and the pain wouldn't be much either. The burn wasn't that serious. But when he saw Mo Yao's injury, it...im back, offering him his favorite snacks and tea, making him feel the joy of being waited for. 。He even did some small romantic gestures, plucking roses from the rose garden and giving them to her, m...