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Yan Xiaomo's eyelids moved slightly, and her curled eyelashes were like fluttering wings.

Last night, she still couldn't stop Zhou Yu from doing something to her, and she was eaten to death by Zhou Yu.

But she didn't feel much sadness in her heart, Zhou Yu last night was very gentle, and the gentleness was exactly the same as the Zhou Yu she imagined.

She told him that she was Yan Xiaomo, and her mother was harmful, and he said he knew.

Zhou Yu actually didn't hate her that much, why did she pretend to hate her very much?

Yan Xiaomo couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't figure out what Zhou Yu meant.

The only thing I know is that I and Zhou Yu have turned raw rice into mature rice.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she met two pairs of swarthy eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to suck her into them like a whirlpool.

"Brother......

Yan Xiaomo spoke slowly, only to see that Zhou Yu's favorability towards herself had reached ten, although it was very low, Yan Xiaomo was still very happy.

"I hope you don't take what happened last night to heart, it was just an accident."

After that, Zhou Yu had already gotten up and turned his back to Yan Xiaomo.

"What my brother says is what I am, what am I?"

Yan Xiaomo laughed at herself, and instantly entered the play and entered her own role.

Although she doesn't care about Zhou Yu's words, her current position and angle should make her emotional and fluctuating.

You can't pretend you're fine.

Zhou Yu's dressed hand paused slightly, didn't say anything, and strode out of Yan Xiaomo's room.

Seeing Zhou Yu leaving, Yan Xiaomo's originally gloomy eyes instantly became indifferent, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu, how can you be blinded by hatred.

Such a beautiful sister was treated so mercilessly.

Yan Xiaomo got up slowly, frowning slightly, it seemed that she couldn't go to school today, and looked down at the imprint on her chest, "Why do you always have to go back to understand it until you lose it?" ”

With Zhou Yu's breath remaining on her body, Yan Xiaomo got up and went to the bathroom, took a shower to wash off Zhou Yu's breath on her body.

But no matter how she washed it, she still vaguely felt the breath of Zhou Yu on her body.

Maybe it's because of her own delusions.

Changing into clean clothes, Yan Xiaomo asked the maid to change the quilt, and then ran into perfume on the new futon.

The room belongs to the genus

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