When Huo Wuxing regained consciousness, he found that he was leaning against someone's neck, his glasses were tilted, and the bridge of his nose hurt. His feet were still sore, and he held his hands on the elevator wall to slightly distance himself from the person in front of him. He raised his head and wanted to say sorry, but before he spoke, he saw Wu Xing's helplessly smiling face.
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*Psychological counselor×Desperate white-collar workers
Wu Xing×Huo Wuxing
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[One chapter every day at 22:00]
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Happy reading.
Intention: long planned
