At seven o'clock in the evening, the two woke up in their previous hotel bed.

Lin Nalian still thinks that his blue suit is more suitable, although it is still so good-looking, but at least it looks like a person, and it should not attract too many little sisters.

The latter two didn't go around for long.

Instead, I returned to the hotel for a hearty exercise.

"Oba, you've crushed my hair."

I experienced that kind of thing again in the afternoon, but Lin Nalian didn't

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