Mo Li felt like he was floating on a cloud, warm, falling together, a little bumpy, but very relieved.

"Mo Li?"

A familiar voice came from afar, and Mo Liyi secretly smiled in his heart: Tan Yu, even in a dream, your voice is so good.

"Hey, don't laugh suddenly when you pass out, it'll scare people to death!"

Oh, it's still so venomous—can't you be gentle in your dreams—what's more, it's still my dream. Mo Li thought about it indignantly, and he didn't realize that his hands were tightened again - this pillow was soft, warm, and comfortable.

"Hey, hey, when I'm a pillow! Tap, tap, it hurts! ”

Oh, a pillow is still so verbose! Protest against the rejection

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