C957 I'il Eat More in Your Face

Zuo Qian woke up to the blazing sun outside.

"F * ck, I actually slept late." Stretching his back lazily, Zuo Qian crawled up while leaning against the head of the chicken coop.

She touched the pillow doubtfully, then the entire bed.

"Strange, this bed is obviously very soft?" Where did this hard thing come from? I hate it! "

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