Don’t look at the neat desk now, and lay out the very important book slips, but in fact it is a disgusting place.
Qinger forced himself to stand in fear of walking over and stood three meters away from the desk.
Lu Fangying put down the wolf pen in his hand, raised his head and squinted at her: “Isn’t it fainted?”
The red wolf replied: “I woke up halfway.”
Lu Fangying looked at Qinger’s still beautiful face with interest. Now there was a large scrape, and there was a little blood flowing, which looked like a paw puffed by a wolf.
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