The Male God's Favorable Impressions Are Difficult to Farm

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Pan Shi buried his head in the pillow angrily, forget it.

"You take good care of your injuries, I won't touch you until your injuries are healed."

"Really?!" Pan Shi looked up at him in surprise.

Yang Gaojie twitched the corners of his mouth: "What should you do if you are injured?"

"I can be on top!" Pan Shi said quickly.

Yang Gaojie narrowed his eyes dangerously, this guy is still dreaming for a hundred days.

Pan Shi shrank back weakly, the daughter-in-law is really not cute, so what if he presses it once.

Yang Gaojie shook his head, he was really bad, he didn't remember to eat, but he probably forgot about the last time he wanted to counterattack but was made unable to get out of bed.

The author has something to say:

"Little Theater Chapter Two"

Doctor Zhang: You are destined to die young!

Ye Junge: Are you a fortune teller or a doctor?

Duan Yan: What did you say!Fork it out and drag it to death!

Doctor Zhang: ... Listen to me, if you take good care of yourself, you can still live for two more years: Hehe.