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The bright moon hung high in the sky, reflecting Xiao Qian's cold figure on the roof. He sat on the roof, supported himself with one hand and raised his head with the other to take a sip, then looked at the person who was tugging at his sleeve, "What's going on?"

"I... The roof of your house is so slippery, what if it falls down, wouldn't it shatter into pieces? " As Dong Ling Wan said this