I slept until noon, and when I woke up, the county lord was in a daze.

On a rare sunny day in winter, the warm golden sunlight fell on the hand through the small page of the skylight above the head, and subconsciously raised the sleepy-eyed little head, and the crazy hair was like a messy chicken nest after a storm.

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