Xie Shi felt that he might have hallucinated because of working overtime.
Last night, the plan was revised until three in the morning. Party A's father's revisions to the seventeenth version made his eyes pop out of their sockets. He finally lay in bed and squinted for a while. When the alarm clock rang, he didn't even want to move his fingers. There was only one thought in his mind - whoever falls in love with whom in this bad class, I have to take leave today.
As a result, when I opened my eyes again, my dear, the ceiling was gone.
No, it should be said that there is something wrong with the sky above our heads. It was dark, without stars or moon, as if someone had covered it with a black cloth. Xie Shi blinked and wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but he raised his hand, but this hand——
Whose fucking hand is this?
