"Ah ah ah ah, obviously I just came back from outside, but now I have to go out again." Thatcher Feng collapsed on the bed, wrapped himself in the quilt and wailed: "Obviously I just went out today, plus After chatting for a while, why am I so tired..."
After just a while, the little bird was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.
"Don't sleep." Beckett Yan stretched out her hand to shake his body, "Why is your body even weaker than when you were in the far north desert? The wound that the black shadow bit on your neck last time has not healed yet. , is there really nothing wrong? "
Thatcher Feng shook his head drowsily, his eyelids seemed to be stuck with glue and it was difficult to open them. He muttered: "I'm fine, I'm just tired...let me sleep for a while..."
Beckett Yan frowned, feeling worried.
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