When the Galactic Emperor Caspian walked out of the operating room, everyone was speechless for a moment.
"Your Majesty," Felix's eyebrows twitched, "don't you think you're being a bit too coquettish?"
"I don't think so," the emperor said very naturally as he took the coat from the guard and put it on, "This way there will be no need for another surgery for at least twenty years. It would be annoying to lie down all afternoon..." Do you have any comments?"
Felix stared helplessly at the handsome boxer in front of him--yes, boxer, this was the first thought that emerged in everyone's mind. He has short golden-brown hair, ice-blue eyes, deep facial contours for his age, deep eyebrows and sharp lip lines, full of cold and unruly handsomeness, and his strong eight-pack abs can be clearly seen even through the clothes. .
The emperor's sharp eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a "If you dare to say anything, I'll come over and beat you" style: "Huh---?"
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