But... why is this thing like Mao moving around? Is it because of the water flow? But this is not a river, let alone a sea, this is a lake.
Even so, you can't let go, yes, you can't let go, otherwise you will sink...
"Cough cough, cough cough..." Gradually, Qingmose sank weakly. This was not her fault, it was entirely because the branch stopped moving and sank with her, wuwu~~~
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Gradually losing consciousness...
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Qingmose slowly opened her eyes and saw the sky, which was all blue. Her throat felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't help but "cough..."
Qing Mo Se got up uncomfortably and coughed desperately. There was nothing she could do. The water just flowed into her nose and almost washed her whole body.
When she stopped coughing, she realized that there was a handsome man standing in front of her.
His brown hair and bangs in the front highlighted his gorgeous silhouette, and his green eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, looking at Qing Mo Se quietly.
Wow, he is another handsome man, but he happens not to be her type. His expression is too flat...
ten minutes later……
"Handsome guy, are you a statue?" Poor Qing Mo Se, who was stared at for ten minutes, had goosebumps all over the lawn.
And Shangguan Ye was even more angry. If she hadn't just ran over, would he have fallen into the river? If she hadn't hugged him, would he have drank a full stomach of water? If she hadn't pestered him, would he have
Will he be pulled violently close to the bottom of the water? If it weren't for her, he would have come out of the river long ago. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be so unlucky.
"Which class are you in? How did you get here?" Shangguanye pulled Qing Mose's collar and lifted her up.
"Ahem...what are you doing...you...let me go...cough..." Qingmose was strangled to death, kao, why is this man so violent? He's crazy! You're so fucking cunt
Yeah...let me go...I'm about to be strangled to death by you.
"Tell me...which class are you in?" Shangguan Ye's eyes were filled with not only fire, but also fire...
"I...how do I...know." Qingmo Se's face was now red. Don't doubt that it was because she was strangled.
"You don't know?" Are you kidding? There are people who study and don't know their own class? Are you lying and not drafting? This woman's IQ must be a negative number.
"I...I...didn't know," she couldn't blame her. The wretched uncle selling fried dough sticks didn't tell her the class, he only told her which school she came to. How could she know?