Tang Ao pushed him, "Nothing happened to us last night, right?" Why were the clothes thrown on the ground?
Zhang Yang opened his confused eyes, "What did you do?"
"What did I do? Hey, can you wake up and talk to me?" Tang Ao pushed his arm away and sat up, then fell down because of pain.
"It looks like I did something to you." Zhang Yang reached out and took the person back, "Don't think about it if you've already done it, and go to sleep."
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