对面一个软软弱弱的声音传来，“小凉我马上睡了。”
苏凉懊恼自己的粗心大意，“小苹果对不起呦，你睡吧。”
“嗯，小凉早点休息，么么哒。”
“嗯么么哒。”
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苏凉挂了电话，刚要往前走，就被沈墨钩抓住了手。
苏凉抬起头，就看到了沈墨钩，心中没有她想的那般平静，反而还是有点想远离他的冲动。
等了半天也没有听到沈墨钩开口说话，苏凉可没有闲心陪他从这里站着，甩开他的手。反而被抓的更紧。
气的她，直接对着他怒吼，“沈墨钩你是不是有病？”
沈墨钩笑了，“我有没有病你不知道吗？”
他还反问她，气死她了，真的不想大半夜的搭理神经病。
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