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"What's wrong? Is it not possible?"

Seeing me keep my head down without speaking, Yang Yaxue started asking proactively, her tone filled with nervousness.

"Well... If the injury there is severe, it might affect marital intimacy, and even... could lead to inflammation, causing even more serious consequences."

"So, it's crucial to reduce the swelling quickly."

I deliberately exaggerated the severity to persuade her to let me give her a massage.

"Of course, a massage can definitely reduce swelling, and it's the quickest method to show results."

"Ah? Is it that serious?"

After hearing my words, Yang Yaxue turned pale with fright, feeling extremely anxious.

"Xu Tian, I—I haven't gotten married yet. If I... If I can't in the future, what am I supposed to do?"

"Please, help me, won't you?"

As she spoke, she began to cry.

"Sigh... All right then."