The door closed, and Avery Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He bent down to take off the shoes of the ancestor in his arms, but the ancestor couldn't stand steadily and fell on his back. This was a very difficult and suppressed action. Avery Shan had no choice but to squat and stand up, and carry the ancestor up.
"Eh? It took off?" The two legs in my arms kicked restlessly twice.
Avery Shan swayed, reached out and patted the person in his arms: "Be quiet, or you'll fall."
Being this drunk, he wouldn't want to eat anymore. He glanced at the cold food on the table and carried the man into the house.
The big bed was soft and warm. Elliot Gu sighed comfortably, closed her eyes and began to snore.
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