Early the next morning.

The sun rose from the sky, and the warm yellow sunlight shone into the room through the window, and the bits of dust dancing in the pillars of light seemed to fill the room.

Wu Zhihui sat up from the bed, stretched his waist and looked at the sleeping Hong Kong students and Le Huizhen beside him, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and threw the clothes scattered on the ground on the stool with his hand.

Eh, as the saying goes, color is a bone scraper, even a hard-boned person like Wu Zhihui is facing two

"Xiangjiang: When the Wind Rises Again" Chapter 53 Eye-catching, don't get involved with me, okay?! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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