An Taotao looked hesitant. She looked at Mr. King with her beautiful eyes and asked again, "Mr. King, don't you really need anesthesia?" Mr. King opened his thin lips. "No need." An Taotao shrugged her shoulders, so she didn't ask. If you don't want it, don't cry when it hurts. She thought maliciously, but her hands were unequivocal. She picked up the poisonous fine needles and began to sew them up. At first, her heart trembled a little, for fear of hurting Mr. King. At the end of the day, she was handy, completely free from pressure, and her actions were arbitrary, with an indescribable sense of skill. Mr. King stared at her eyelashes, which were dyed with a halo color, while the eyes under the eyelashes were very serious, which made people unable to move their eyes. He stared closely, and the Adam's apple couldn't help rolling. Antaotao is still sewing seriously, and she didn't notice his eyes gradually deepening, just like a deep abyss. After a few minutes, it was fi
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