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Categories: words and feelings
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"Miss, wake up, miss, it's all Xiao Yue's fault ...... oooh oooh oooh ......" Beside the vermilion bed, the young girl wearing a buff-colored dress who called herself Xiao Yue attached herself to the bedside and cried non-stop. While crying, she also blamed herself. "Well ......" the woman lying on the bed suddenly made a sound, opened her hazy eyes and looked blankly at the top of the bed. Luo Bingxuan's consciousness gradually returned, and an annoying croaking noise rang in her ears.