"It's time to get up." Jiang Zhimiao patted the person next to him and motioned for him to move his arm away.

Sheng Huaizhi was unmoved, and even covered the quilt again, holding the one in his arms tightly.

The voice was hoarse with a little sloppiness: "Lie down for a while." ”

Jiang Zhimiao looked up at the people around him with a question mark on his face.

Shouldn't that be her line? When did Sheng Huaizhi start to stop getting up?

Jiang Zhimiao squinted his eyes at the sunlight shining in by the windowsill, and gently pushed Sheng Huaizhi: "It's three poles in the sun, I can't sleep anymore." ”

"Villain, he's been pretending to be sick and weak" extra: Goodbye is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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