The next morning, Oliver struggled to get up after listening to the county magistrate's loud "cockcrowing" every day.
The dazed young master thought worriedly that the old county magistrate had a very good voice and made people's heads buzz every day.
Oliver sat up, reached into his shirt and scratched his back. He felt that the room was a little cold and slightly damp today, as if there was fog passing through.
But the quilt that was usually pressed under my body was now covering me properly.
Oliver yawned and asked the ginseng on the bookshelf, "Have you covered me with a blanket?"
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