The moment the bed collapsed, the gravity sank, and Caleb Ji almost died. He closed his eyes and hummed, and the water in his eyes seemed to flow endlessly.
Grayson Ding was so irritated by this look, not to mention that the bed collapsed, even if there was an earthquake, he would not be able to withdraw his troops. On a spring morning, the sky was as clear as this, but they were hiding in this room, messing around and being ridiculous.
After an unknown amount of time, all the shameful sounds gradually stopped and became silent. Grayson Ding gently lifted the corner of the quilt, placed a K!ss on Caleb Ji's sweaty forehead, and took a look inside. He probably needed paint and starch to cover those marks.
Caleb Ji was dying: "Brother, I'm so sticky."
Grayson Ding said, "I'll get some water for you to clean up." After he said something nice, he had to add, "It's just so sticky that you're so scared? Don't you hold your stomach and say that you're so sore?" He was too cruel and didn't care about it.
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