On a two-meter wide Sealy bed, lay a person half reclining. Their hair, long and jet black, was sprawled about like that of a baby's, fragile as a finger snap.,Fang Qing stood still, watching as the figure gradually walked away. She stomped her foot and said, "But I still have classes this afternoon!",Fang Qing received the gaze of everyone, hurriedly picked up the newspaper to block her face, and grumbled softly, "Dead Tian, you actually said such things on the street! Do you want me to live anymore!"。