Chapter 155 Potato Harvesting

The next day, early.

This night, Nian Shutong did not practice at all for the first time and slept instead.

When she woke up, a ray of morning light shone through the window into the room. She put one hand between her eyebrows and eyes, lazily opened her fingers and stretched her waist.

"Ah -- how comfortable!"

She sat up, her eyes vaguely lovely and confused, staring at a corner without focus.

As for what? She didn't know it herself.

About five minutes later, Nian Shutong sat down on the bed with his knees crossed and ran the cultivation to sober himself up.

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