The pupils of Wen Yi’s eyes slowly focused, but when she looked at him, she was still a little dizzy. She didn’t know if she was really looking at him or “watching” him thinking about other things.
Just when Mo Shichen thought she was going to express her resistance to him in this way, she sat up slowly with her forehead. Maybe it was because she just got up, or she didn’t drink water for too long, so she had a little voice. Dumb, and a bit astringent, she hummed and said, “You order, I’ll go wash.”
After speaking, he didn’t go to see him, he opened the quilt and got out of bed to find shoes.
Mo Shichen had already stepped out of the bed before her, standing on one side and looking down at her, “Let’s go to the restaurant outside to eat.”
She put slippers on her feet, pulled out the hair that fell into her clothes, drooped her eyelids, as if she hadn’t woken up, “I don’t want to go.”
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