Bai Xuefei lay on the bed, turned over, squeaked, squeaked - the screeching sound of breaking wooden boards, and then she heard the squeaky sound of the next room.

She sighed.

It's so poor here!

simply got up and pushed open the window, the moon was glowing faintly, but Bai Xuefei's eyes were full of He Zishan's figure, "Brother He, you must be good." ”

When the rooster crowed for the second time, in the next room, Aunt Yuan got dressed in the faint light, rubbed her hands, dipped her comb in water, and combed her hair meticulously.

I was afraid of wasting too much oil, so I blew the lamp after combing my hair, and washed my face with cold water in the dark.

"Wake up so early?" The man muttered.

"People are fairies

Chapter 88 of "Clotted Fat "Fox Spirit" is Farming": It's so poor, it's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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