After Mo Jue packed his things, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

After Xun Mi finished his meal, his entire body was tossed away by his stomach, and he lost all energy. After a while, he began to feel sleepy again.

Left and Right couldn't catch up with today's class, Xun Mi threw himself onto the bed carefully, yawned sleepily, stretched himself on the bed, and said, "Brother, what time is it?"

He also bought a wall clock for his house, but it is more decorative. The time has been inaccurate for a long time, and he could roughly infer it before. Now that he doesn’t come back often, he can’t even calculate it.

When Mo Jue came out of the bathroom, there was still some foam on his chin that hadn't been cleaned, and his hair was loose. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's past ten."

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