The little morning glory seemed to be unwilling to part with the "blessed land" above her head. It competed with Shen Yaowei and tried its best to shrink down.
However, it was not as strong as Shen Yaowei in the end, and was still pulled out with a pop.
Shen Yaowei frowned in pain. After pulling out the small morning glory, she immediately looked at her head in the mirror.
Fortunately.
Where the little morning glory had been, her hair was still there.
Then her gaze fell on the little morning glory.
The little morning glory was covering its face with two branches and leaves, as if it was crying. It was really trembling and even making small mewling sounds from time to time.
Shen Yaowei didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the little morning glory seemed to have grown a little bigger.
"Little thing, what exactly are you?" She placed the little morning glory on the pillow and gently poked its body with her pinky.
