A sentence suddenly appeared in the space: [The ingredient, Emerald Green Snake, has been discovered. Do you want to process it?]
Xiaoxiao frowned. "Little Big Brother, my hands are sore." What f*cking ingredients, Emerald Green Snake? To Space, was there only two categories of everything in the world—ingredients and inedible things?
After all, she was still young and her arms were not long. She had been holding a snake for so long that she felt like she was about to hug Rong Yan's neck. Xiaoxiao thought about it carefully and suggested to Rong Yan, "Why don't I raise my arms higher and you slide out?"
Rong Yan imagined that scene and his face turned red.
An evil little person jumped around in Xiaoxiao's heart, and four words popped up in her mind at the wrong time—Motherly love had changed!
She cleared her throat. "Why don't we do this?"
