"What's going on?" It's already noon, and there must be four or five hours, is it because of the different speed of time? That's right, it's the same when I dream, I just don't know how long it has been.

Will it be a dream for a thousand years? My pupils shrank, and if that was the case, I had to see if I could get out.

was going to put Mingyu on the bed, but she woke up as soon as her arm moved.

"Ah, Mingyu will retire first!!" She struggled out of my arms and hurried out with a red face.

Sniffing the aroma, I shouted, "I'm not going to eat, just bring the food!" ”

The layout of the room is extremely simple, and there is a book of boxing books on the desk, which is seriously wrinkled, and it is often read at a glance.

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