little girl to have another alias, she's Eastern Painting Saint—Yan MoLet me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!One day, the little girl drew pictures in front of him.How lucky...Only Ou Yan and Xing Xu were left in the ward.

Xingxu glanced at the girl's beautiful profile, his heart pounding wildly. He shifted his gaze away and said nervously, "Miss Ou Yan, I'm here. You can rest for a while after you finish reading the report."

"I am not tired."

"Can I get you a glass of water"

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"I'm not thirsty." Ou Yan flipped to the third page of the report, her eyelids never lifting.

"Shall we ask someone to bring us some food"

"No need." Ou Yan's voice was languid, "Xing Xu, if you're really bored, just play games on your phone yourself and don't make any noise."

Xingxu's face was slightly flushed, and he immediately took the order.

I wonder how Mr. is doing over there...

He secretly glanced at Ou Yan again. In the dim light, the girl's face was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Song Qiao Ying had just changed her clothes and walked down the stairs. As she reached the last step, she suddenly felt dizzy and was...