Mo Zitan was in a daze as she listened to Shen chengjing's words. It was as if everything she said was true.
"I'm going to take a shower and sleep!" Mo Zitan threw her phone away and ran into her room.
It was autumn, and the weather was constantly changing. The morning was slightly cold, but the afternoon was a little hot!
In a certain Bush, a bird flew across the sky, and a ball of sticky stuff fell from the sky.
"Oh." Rong Yi turned over.
He pursed his lips subconsciously when he felt something dripping on his mouth.
What was that smell? It was sticky and light! It was a little wet. Rong Yi opened his eyes and looked at the blue sea and sky. He touched his lips and smelled the stench.
"Blargh." He sat up, holding his stomach and vomiting.
His mouth was filled with that smell. He crawled to the side and reached for water to wash his lips. He didn't stop until the smell was gone.
He suddenly heard something and looked up.
