The next morning.

When Shi Lan was awakened by the downpour outside the house, Zhou Pinshu was already drinking coffee.

Last night's throbbing seemed to have become a tacit secret between the two, and no one took the initiative to mention it.

Zhou Pinshu greeted her with a smile as usual: "Morning, I made you milk, baked toast slices, you can add some honey and butter and eat." ”

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Chapter 57 He doesn't hate or love is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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