On the second floor of the townhouse, the dazzling sunlight is blocked by the gauzy curtains, leaving only a warm shallow feeling falling in the room.

Qiao Zhimo raised his hand to block his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep. The brief lucidity of consciousness did not transmit much information to her brain.

Only exhaustion and exertion.

So she unconsciously fell asleep again.

until my throat is so dry and hoarse that it ......

Chapter 65 The bouquet is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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