Everyone in the world knows that actors have feelings, but they don't know that fortune tellers only miss themselves.
"Master Eight." The woman approached him with a smile.
"Baye, do you think this hairpin looks good?"
"Okay, good-looking." Qi Tiezui agreed.
"Why are you so sweet-mouthed? Have you ever said this to a girl before?" The woman looked at him with a half-smile but said.
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"Baye, goodbye." The woman's back became farther and farther away.
"No, don't go! Don't go!" Qi Tiezui shouted urgently.
The person on the bed was sweating profusely and struggling in pain.
I woke up from the dream.
Qi Tiezui sat up suddenly and looked around in a daze.
"Why are you thinking of that girl again!" He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly.
Qi Tiezui sighed and stood up.
"Eighth Master?"