Early morning.

Warm sunlight shone through the cracks in the windows into the bedrooms.

Awakened from his sleep, Shen Zhiyi stretched slowly.

Looking at the girl's ignorant look, the silent voice who was standing aside said softly: "Why don't Mianmian sleep lazy?" ”

"Brother Xingchu, I'm hungry." Sink......

Chapter 132 of "Breaking the Delicate Bone": The little squeamish bag is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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