Lucas grabbed her head and faced him, opened the medicine cabinet on the side, poured some medicinal liquor, carefully pulled out her hair, covered it with big palms, and went to find the place she had hit before.
Gwen pouted a mouth, staring at him with straight eyes, with a sweet smile on his face.
Although her head no longer hurts, but being treated so tenderly, if it doesn’t hurt, she will pretend to be hurt.
No matter how you look at this man, he is very gentle, although occasionally he would be like an old cadre with a stern face, without a smile, and one step closer to kill without mercy, but he was too good to say anything to her.
Probably this is the legend that saves the galaxy to meet such a good person.
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