Caleb Ji didn't sleep well all night, lying on his side, rubbing his cheek on the pillowcase, opening his eyes frequently, only to be forced to close them again by the dark night outside the window. I gradually fell asleep, woke up as soon as I felt dawn, and simply got up in the morning to read.
He sat on the porch and breathed the fresh air, holding a Chinese book and reading in a low voice. After reading a chapter, the magpies on the branches of the tree screamed loudly, seeming to agree with him. He read happily, opened his voice and read loudly, reciting poems one after another.
After turning another page, an earth-shattering sound came from behind.
The bedroom door was kicked open, and Ding Han stood in front of the door with his white face like a Shura, surrounded by a violent aura. If he had a sword, he would definitely kill someone. He suppressed a yawn and scolded the frightened Caleb Ji: "Keep reading, and I'll listen to what flowers you can come up with to disturb people's dreams so early in the morning!"
Caleb Ji was afraid that he would suffer disaster if he stayed any longer, so he said "I'm sorry" and ran away to the front yard.
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