brother, I'm being hung ...
brother, save me ... The little girl's hands were on the window sill, and her feet were still hanging in the air.
Her eyes were teary, and her snot was about to bubble.
The eyes of the youths in the Academy were all wide open.
"Whose sister is she? He is actually born with such a charmingly naïve appearance." The teenager sitting by the window hurriedly stood up and leaned over to carry the little boy who was hanging on the window sill.
"Hey, it's quite heavy." The young man's face turned red.
He carried the child in and placed him on the study table.
The little girl sat cross-legged on the table and patted her body.
At this moment, the bell rang from outside. The master shook his head, touched the White beard on his chin, and slowly left.
