In the room on the other side, Xi Fei was sleeping soundly on the bed in a large figure. But there were always droplets of water dripping on Xi Fei's face, wiping and dripping down. Xi Fei wiped the water droplets on his face two or three times in a daze, and then squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

I saw a woman with a pale face and drooping long hair with her back against the ceiling, staring at Xi Fei with her eyes. The woman's drooping hair was dripping with droplets, dripping ......

Chapter 17 of "East Fence Tavern", Xi Fei's Night Terror is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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