Sleeping to death. . .
He and I slept like dead, and woke up almost at night in the afternoon. As a result, I secretly skipped class again. At first I didn't think I caused it, but when he complained that I was exhausting him. I suddenly tilted my mouth and let it go.
Who did it? Who did it? Who did it?
But in retrospect, do you think he will accept it? No way. Blame me. It's just that the Northern Lights are wrong.
"Now that you're not going to school, go back to sleep," Tarn murmured, stretching out his arm on his torso and hugging it tightly, refusing to leave.
I glanced at the clock on my mobile phone and found that it was almost 4 pm, and I didn't want to go back to sleep. More importantly, neither of us had anything falling into our stomachs. All day long, I tried to pull myself
