···Song Wuyi couldn't stand the squeeze anymore. He sat up and was about to get angry when he saw that magical scene under the moonlight. The popular idol Ai Huanan was lying between the two beds like a giant insect, with one hand directly inserted into the quilt of his little assistant who was scared to death. The little assistant was huddled in the quilt like a pitiful worm, holding on to the last position, and was about to lose the position. Song Wuyi was indifferent by nature and was never interested in things that had nothing to do with him, but now this harassment made him uncomfortable for some reason, it was like a poke in the eyes! ! ! He lay down, stretched out his long arm and hooked Su Xie's waist to pull him into his blanket...
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