Fang Mujin looked at the drum and stretched out his hand. Su Nuanwen leaned on him. He rolled over and pressed people in his arms.

"Is there such a handsome Wu Dalang as me?"

"Bah, narcissism, not handsome at all!" Su Nuanwen looked at her face, which was close by, and her little face turned red.

"Get up... Don't press me...

"Get up, scoundrel!"

Fang Mujin did not get up, but solemnly asked, "Girl, do you remember the question you asked Dr. Chen this afternoon?"

"Hmm? What's the problem?

"Doctor Chen answered that during the period of recovery, it could be appropriate to click, or once a night!"

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Su...