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Reborn in the third life, she simply broke the pot and threw it-- Anyway, if we can't save that dog emperor, we might as well cure his rebellious behavior first! "You want me to treat you? That's fine." She put her hands on her hips and sneered, "Let me touch your Majesty's abdominal muscles first!" You have to find some excuse to check for injuries, right? As soon as her fingertips touched the bandage, the tyrant suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Where are you touching?" "This, this is a necessary part of diagnosis and treatment!" She lied confidently, "You have to rub away the bruises!" After all the hard work, the emperor's corrupt work and rest were finally put back on track. But why was the tyrant looking at her more and more irritating? "As soon as I get close to you, my heart beats out of control." The tyrant suddenly pressed her in front of the medicine cabinet, "Could it be that you have poisoned me?" Her hand holding the silver needle was shaking: "Your Majesty, this is a symptom of heart palpitations! I need to insert an needle to bleed!" But he was hugged around the waist, and a hot whisper came from his ear: "If this is a disease... I would rather stay ill for the rest of my life." (Help! Why did this tyrant suddenly fall in love?!)
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