The night breeze of the Pujiang River can't blow Xujiahui, and under the dim moonlight, there is a stuffy heat outside.

Bojam looked at the endless queue over there, and became more and more desperate.

Sweat from the corners of her forehead slid down her cheeks and into the mask, making her feel like she was covered with steamer.

After a little hesitation, the meat sauce decisively decided to take it off and replace it with a new one, she was ready to go out for this trip.

I just took off the mask and stuffed it into the small that I carried in front of me on my back

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