"Who is it?"
A cold voice came from the room. It seemed that she was not sleepy. I didn't answer directly, but tried to push the door and didn't insert it.
Cheng Yuge sat at the table, with his eyes as bright as the night pearls in the darkness, but with melancholy. He was stunned and covered his face, saying, "Why haven't you slept yet? Princess, you'd better rest early. I won't see you off."
"Don't bother." I turned around, closed the door, walked over and sat beside him, and asked, "What's the matter? During the day you danced with me like a frosted eggplant. Don't be perfunctory. If you can't hear the answer, I'll sit here with you today." Then he looked at him as if he was about to fight a long-term war.
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