The Female Ghost is Coming
by Stony Ground
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The large fabric sofa is where I sit, a pile of snacks are readily available on the coffee table, and the thick duvet warms my body. I rested my chin on the Shar-Pei silk cotton pillow and stared at the alarm clock with the cartoon frog for a long time without blinking. When the hour hand pointed to 4 p. M., I suddenly got up from the sofa, washed up and went out. I have a habit of always figuring out what I'm going to wear the next day before I lie down to avoid panic. In this way, a quarter of an hour later I was eating and talking with Zhong Liang in the Tianlun Dynasty International Food Street. Zhong Liang put a lot of seafood and meat into the rice pot, and I only picked a few fruits. "Zhong Liang, don't just eat. Do you think I'm ugly now?" "Zhong Lin, if you keep your face whiter, you'll be a ghost."
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