Slowly opening his eyes, he found that he was covered with gauze and sleeping on a precious couch! Huh? ! When did my bed look like this? Is this, this, too exaggerated? I gently pulled up the beaded curtain and looked out, only to see that my bedroom was full of carved beams and paintings, decorated with jade, porcelain, antiques, treasures and curios, and famous calligraphy and paintings in an antique style.
Needless to say, I was still in a dream, so I yawned lazily, turned over, and prepared to go back to sleep.
"Zitong, are you awake?"
As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the surprised voice of a middle-aged woman. It was clearly not my mother's voice. Moreover, it wasn't my name that was called.
Who is so bothered? ! Ignore it, ignore it, and continue to sleep.
"Zitong?"
But the man didn't give in. He came to the couch, leaned down, stretched out his hand and pushed me twice.
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