"Hehe, I'm not doing it for your own good." Looking at him, Yan Si laughed even more maliciously, "Tell me, how many 'elves' were killed last night? I used my ultimate move to wake you up!"
"It's your uncle! Get out!" He picked up the pillow and threw it at Yan Si. Then he lay down gorgeously and wrapped himself tightly in the blanket. "Turn off the air conditioner!" It's September, but there are always waves of coldness sweeping over me in the morning.
Wen Xu woke up on a sunny afternoon and found that he had lost all his memories. Sometimes he was funny, sometimes he was melancholy. How could he find his former self in one conspiracy after another...