...What's so relaxing about this?
"No, is there anything inside that attracts me? No." Xiaoniao bluntly rejected Layton Qi's request, turned around and wanted to go back the way he came.
"Hey, hey, hey," Layton Qi subconsciously wanted to tug on his sleeve, but then thought of something else, put down his hand that had not yet been extended, and took two steps faster to block Thatcher Feng. He spoke quickly, for fear of Thatcher Feng refused again: "Of course I know your habits. I have prepared some food, drink, and even things to play in the library. If you are satisfied, just follow me and translate the books."
"Really?" Thatcher Feng asked.
"It really couldn't be truer."
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