Easton put on his shirt, and the ambiguity lingered around him, making him a little breathless. The room became hot and humid due to the hot water, and Cang Ji opened the window to disperse the heat.
Cang Ji rubbed his fingertips, as if to wipe away the warmth and touch just now, but the ringing in his chest was hard to suppress, and the rubbing gradually became a bit like an aftertaste. He looked out the window, his sight blocked by the broken courtyard wall. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Paxton Ah lying on the wicker chair under the bed with his legs crossed.
Paxton Ah shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you are saying about coming in and going out."
Cang Ji leaned against the window and said angrily: "Listen to the corner of the wall, you deserve to be beaten again."
"Ha." Paxton Ah sneered, sat up and said, "I understand one sentence! You ate Easton and the spiritual energy of Drunken Mountain Monk, right?"
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