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"Gu Gu, are you angry with me?"
Gu Xuanyan: "If you keep screaming, don't sleep tonight."
"Gu Gu is so nice. How can you bear to deprive me of my love for you? You haven't told me why you are angry. Looking at your disheveled face, could it be constipation? How pitiful. Didn't I tell you to eat more vegetables and less meat, but you still don't believe it. Look, you are constipated. Wait, I will go check out the intestinal moisturizing tea that my mother gave me."
Ji Moyan stuck his butt out and got into the suitcase to look for the intestinal moisturizing tea that his mother had stuffed into the bottom of the suitcase. His round and tender buttocks swayed with joy as he searched. Gu Xuanyan couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked him into the suitcase.
Ji Moyan, who had been kicked into the suitcase, stood up with his white underpants on his head. He looked at Gu Xuanyan, who didn't know how to show mercy, sniffed and crawled into bed, biting the quilt and crying silently: You bastard Gu Zhazha, you kicked my little ass, I curse you to be constipated every day, and your chrysanthemums are broken every day. Ji Moyan, who was busy complaining, forgot that he hadn't read the news or checked the school website today, so he missed the best opportunity to escape from the school.