bang bang bang?

In the other world, after several days of high-intensity [window opening] work, Lang's door was knocked cautiously. He could even hear the humble inquiry behind the door from the rhythm of knocking on the door.

It's like a domestic dog uttering a weak but flattering humming, constantly rubbing its neck against its thighs to show its kindness to its owner, and releasing the expression "Do you want to go out and play the dog disc game together?" 'signal of.

"Get in!"

No need

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