Bai Chuwei, holding Xue Qiu, stepped into the Bai Family's third-floor attic and, upon opening the door, saw Duan Feihan being rushed into her bedroom by the Feiyu Carpet.
Xue Qiu's eyes bulged, and it screeched furiously, "The old ancestor is really biased, why don't you let me use your feather carpet?"
What's the use of a paper crane? It gets tired and can't fly after a short while, constantly reminding Xue Qiu that it's too fat.
Even though it was just fluffy.
Bai Chuwei watched as the Feiyu Carpet shook Duan Feihan off, perfectly landing him on her little bed.
Seemingly catching a whiff of her pillow's fragrance, Duan Feihan's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately got up, not sitting on her bed anymore.
Bai Chuwei didn't mind at all; she barely spent time in that bed; it was practically decorative.
Looking curiously at Duan Feihan, Bai Chuwei asked, "Hanhan, why are you here again?"
And just at the right time, too.
