The next morning, when Qiao Zhimo woke up, he was still a little confused.

She rolled over, stretched out her hand and habitually looked for the pillow that she didn't know where she had thrown it. But after touching it for a while, she realized that something was wrong.

How is this pillow so hard?

When I opened my eyes suddenly, I was greeted by a patch of flesh-colored skin. Looking up, the man's handsome face was close at hand.

Qiao Zhimo ......

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