by the end of the night, the sound of rain outside was getting weaker.

Li Fubei looked down at Tang Xiaoxiao, who was sleeping in his arms. He saw that the cerebellar cripple was holding his clothes tightly with his hands, and his mouth was twitching and smacking from time to time. Maybe he was dreaming about something to eat.

it's amazing to be able to sleep safely under such miserable weather.

in the forest, Su Huai wipes the rain on his face and sighs: "Alas, the president is getting lost and lost. It's impossible to find the salary this month

all the people in raincoats and flashlight are trying...