Zhou Qili let out a cry of despair.

Xu Jiao opened her eyes and raised her hand to block the sunlight reflected on the table from the side window. She became more conscious. She saw a very white leg stretched out from the upper bunk, and her jewel-colored toes stepped on the table. Then, She and Qian Ai met their gazes.

"Xu Xueba, you didn't get up? My mother, do you have some time to sleep late?"

Qian Ai looked down at her in amazement.

Xu Jiao sat up from the bed, feeling that her body was very heavy and weak, as if she ran to do something else without going to bed at night, she raised her hand to touch her neck, and turned her head. , Replied lazily:

"Ok."

Qian Ai saw her look bad, and squatted on the table to look at her: "Why, did you have a nightmare last night?"

Xu Jiao stopped touching her neck, followed Qian Ai's words for a while, and then simply said, "Forget it."

It seems to have indeed had a dream.

But what she saw in her dream and what she said, she forgot.

Qian Ai put away his curious eyes, supported the iron table with one hand, went down to the ground, took his washbasin and went out. The terrible atmosphere of last night disappeared with the rise of the new day.

Zhou Qili was lying on the upper bunk and wanted to sleep for a while. Xu Jiaoren had already sat up, and naturally she didn't have the interest to lie down on the quilt anymore. After waking up for a while, she lifted the quilt and wanted to go outside. Colored corners.

Xu Jiao pulled the quilt back again——

I rarely felt a headache.

What should I do with this tablet?