It has been 10 minutes since Sakuragi was taken away by Yohei. Rukawa's fists are still clenched and the knuckles are white, and his lips are pursed into a line. Pay attention, it is a line drawn with the sharpest pencil. This makes the "one" face more standard than in the past.
Xiandao didn't speak, because he knew that the reason why the little fox was so angry had something to do with him, and it wasn't that sentence, "Feng, didn't I tell you not to come to the top floor in the future?", Sakuragi, whose nerves were thicker than telephone poles, imitated it vividly, and his little fox was really shy. Ahem. Sendao hurriedly stopped the laughter that slipped between his teeth.
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