"Taoist?" Xue Yang slightly opened his eyes, saw Xiao Xingchen in front of him, and said with sleepiness.

"fine."

"Oh..." Xue Yang closed his eyes again, as if falling asleep again, and woke up again not long after, "Where did Dao Dao go at night?"

"I just met someone."

"Little lover?"

"Ah no, no." Xiao Xingchen bounced up.

"It's fine if it's not..." Xue Yang muttered softly.

"what?"

"I didn't say anything."

For some reason, it made him feel at ease that the Daoist had no one he liked. He originally wanted to use this to laugh at the Daoist.But Xue Yang didn't know that this feeling came from "Xue Yang".

Xiao Xingchen took a look at Xue Yang, then sat down, closed his eyes and rested his mind. He didn't know if it was because too many things had happened, or because he was too tired during the day, so Xiao Xingchen just fell asleep like that.

What's this?Crushed sugar, broken arms?Where is this again?Looking around, there is nothingness.There are only fragments that flash past indistinctly, as if they are repeating-broken arm, broken sugar, broken arm, broken sugar...

"Daoist?"

"Huh?" Xiao Xingchen suddenly woke up from the dream, and found that Xue Yang, Song Lan and A-Qing had all woken up, so he got up from the ground himself.

"Xue Yang," Xiao Xingchen said.

"what?"

"You know broken arms and broken sugar?"

"What the hell?"

"fine."

Xiao Xingchen sighed inwardly.

The author has something to say: I am a shorter and shorter bastard author... I will try to update on Saturdays in the future.

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