When the leaves on the plane tree in the neighborhood were almost falling, the city ushered in the first snow of the year.

The first snow of this year began to fall in the early hours of the morning, and when Mu Tong got up in the morning and started to open the curtains, it was already white outside, and there was a thick layer of ice flowers on the window.

He snorted his hand, ran to the side of the bed and clicked the tip of Anke's nose, Anke didn't wake up, just frowned and pulled it on his face, Mu Tong persevered and pinched it on her earlobe, after some tossing, Anke was finally woken up by him, twisted his eyebrows and got up with a head of the door, pulled the quilt and covered his face, and protested in a muffled voice

"Grinding Time" Chapter Seventy-Nine: There is your first snow is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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