When I returned to the dormitory with my head covered with the help of the fat child, Qianqian had already climbed back into bed on her own and was now sleeping peacefully.

I gritted my teeth and held my head, and sighed deeply.

How did the protagonist of this matter hurt others, how could he not sleep here with a sense of guilt.

But in the next drunken burp, I gradually felt a little relieved.

Anyway, what can I do with a drunkard? After thinking about it so suddenly, I don't think the wound on my forehead hurts as much as I thought.

But when I was lying on the bed with the strength of a fat child, I kept thinking of the noble and glamorous business school flower.

Lu Yiran

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