Chu zhaoyue, with porridge, stared at the innocent cook, and Qiubai beside him, with hot porridge scooped out of another porcelain cup, began to drink.

Chu zhaoyue had just caught a glimpse of cook bringing two chopsticks. He thought that when he woke up, he put his head on Qiubai's lap. That was to say, he took Qiubai as a soft pillow and dragged others to miss breakfast or lunch.

he took a sip of porridge, moistened his throat, moistened his intestines, and Chu zhaoyue was full of fuzziness. His tone was more or less apologetic. At the same time, he complained, "Muran, why don't you bring me a pillow...