Oh, how many school days are there? Michelle, who had no intention of practicing her speaking skills, smiled and responded:

At that time, El finished his striptease, put on his shirt again, squeezed out from the crowd of drinkers who "kindly" commented on my figure, sat next to Michelle, and said casually:

"You know other writers will do that, you often do it.

"Go and say goodbye to Sister Lumian. Thank you for always encouraging you."

"You also have to move away and go somewhere else."

Gabe and Charlie were startled and almost screamed.

…………

"What happened in Cordu Village has nothing to do with you, Charles Dubois?"

"Are they writers disgusted with sudden lyricism and lengthy essays?" Michelle quipped.

I took another step and went down to the seventh floor, but I didn't stop and seemed to continue going down.

"But it is indeed the most suitable place for communication and creation. Like that place, it is relatively quiet only in the evening, but it is only relative, and there are no cute bugs..."

"Is everything okay?" Lumian's voice sounded again without a strong sense of withdrawal.
Chapter completed!