Shen Mo thought for a moment, then tossed the severed arm on the couch, "Let's keep it for now. We can't just treat it like regular garbage; it might cause trouble."
What if throwing it away ended up hurting someone, or was taken advantage of by others?
But Bai Youwei didn't consider these points. Wrinkling her brow unhappily, she said, "It was just lying on the floor and now you've tossed it on the couch. I just changed the couch cover. It didn't even wash its hand!"
The hand on the couch rolled onto the floor, palm down, arm up, and began to crawl stiffly towards the kitchen—
Suddenly Bai Youwei and Shen Mo heard the sound of a faucet being turned on, and the running water.
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions rather delicate.
Shen Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "Now you don't have to worry about it getting your couch cover dirty."
Bai Youwei: "Hmmm…"
"However..." Shen Mo stroked her head, "Remember to tell Teacher Cheng and Xiaoxin beforehand."
