I Want to be Alone, Beautifully

Zhou Qili wailed in despair.

Xu Jiao opened her eyes, raised her hand to block the sunlight reflected on the table from the window next to her, she became more conscious, and saw a white leg stretched out from the upper bunk, and her jewel-colored toes stepped on the table, and then, She met Qian Ai's eyes.

"Xu Xueba, you didn't wake up? My god, do you have time to sleep in?"

Qian Ai looked down at her in amazement.

Xu Jiao sat up from the bed, feeling that her body was very heavy and weak for no reason, as if she hadn't slept in the middle of the night and ran to do something else, she raised her hand to touch her neck, and turned her head , replied lazily:

"Ah."

Qian Ai saw that her complexion was not good, so she squatted on the table and looked at her: "What, did you have a nightmare last night?"

Xu Jiao stopped touching her neck for a moment, recalled Qian Ai's words for a while, and then simply said: "Forgot."

It seemed like a dream indeed.

But she forgot what she saw in the dream and what she said.

Qian Ai put away her curious eyes, supported the iron table with one hand, went down to the ground, and went out with the washbasin she washed. The scary atmosphere of last night disappeared with the rising sun of the new day.

Zhou Qili was lying on the upper bunk and wanted to sleep for a while, but Xu Jiaoren had already sat up, so naturally she had no interest in lying back under the covers. After waking up for a while, she lifted the covers and wanted to go out, when she saw a deep piece of cloth in the bed. colored corners.

Xu Jiao pulled the quilt back again——

Rarely felt a little headache.

How should I deal with this tablet?