As soon as the stream was gone, I lay in bed, pressed my face against my pillow, screaming and thinking in shame of the children who were crazier than their teachers and pupils. I have been starving in the city for a week since I came to practice. This picture of my face reminds me of my eyes.
But I was impatient for a moment, and I had to look up from my pillow. When the knock on the door sounded again, I opened it and saw the appearance of a stream, and the face was the same as before, but this time it seemed more unacceptable than before. The beautiful lips moved without me asking.
"No access to the room."
"Well," I raised my eyebrows before Tarn explained.
"When I left the room to take a bath, I locked my room and forgot my key."
Can you call me stupid? You want to scold me, will
