Although Xia Shi's voice was like a mosquito and a fly, it sounded like a mosquito and a fly in Wang Shuo's ears.

This hearing is so good, and sometimes it's a nuisance.

This night, Wang Shuo tossed and turned, unable to sleep anymore.

When it was dawn, he walked out of the room with two panda eyes, and happened to bump into Xia Shi who was washing downstairs.

"Wang Shuo, why did you get up so early......

Chapter 117 of "The Little Farmer with the Magic Pen" This is the incense car she drove is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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