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Huo Jinnan's brow furrowed as he strode over, grasped Che Huan's arm, lifted her entire body, wrapped his arm around her waist and held her in his embrace, his gaze lowering for a moment, "You can't even walk properly."

Looking up, she saw his noble and coldly beautiful profile, and his magnetic voice still echoed by her ear—

Che Huan's face turned red as she quietly leaned against his chest, not making a sound.

She didn't know if it was the scare from before or because of him, but her heartbeat was racing fast!

Huo Jinnan's gaze shifted away from Che Huan and, holding her, he ascended the stairs.

Che Huan, seeing him about to carry her up the stairs, said, "I'm quite heavy."

"I could carry three of you," Huo Jinnan replied, looking down at Che Huan as he carried her up without a change in his complexion or a break in his breath.

Reaching the ninth floor and the entrance to the ward, Huo Jinnan finally set Che Huan down.