Song Qinghui lay quietly on the bed, as if he was in the lake where he fell when he was young.

The same deep darkness of emptiness, the same boundless cold.

She couldn't feel the hard bed board and soft cotton wool under her, she only felt that she was floating in the water, and the whole person was falling rapidly in the void with no end.

This time, no one caught her again.

Door......

Chapter 134 of "Eunuch Pet Zangjiao" One hundred and thirty-four, Neng Zhi is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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