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.,The sky was gloomy, and Tian groaned softly as he slowly opened his eyes.,Fang Qing stood still, watching as the figure gradually walked away. She stomped her foot and said, "But I still have classes this afternoon!"。