Eight golden flowers looked at each other, and then tried to brainwash Mo Jiu’an, let him give up this terrible thought, and to live alone can make himself happier.
Mo Jiu’an was getting more and more sleepy by their nagging.
“I go to the bathroom.”
He flashed decisively, bypassing the restroom of the box and turned to the outside corridor.
After washing his face, he didn’t want to face the eight crows, so he simply dozed against the wall.
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