Jing Yan took off his coat and laid on the sofa obediently. A warm smile appeared on his face as he watched her carefully cover him with the blanket. "I'll sleep first then. I'll wake up to accompany you later."
When the time was up, Jing Yan fell into a deep sleep.
He Miao quietly watched as he closed his eyes, then turned around and picked up Onion with a smile.
The little guy had eaten a lot of delicious meat at the Jing family house during the new year. His body that had been exhausted because of his illness and he had completely recovered. The newly grown fur was softer and smoother than before, and it felt heavy in her arms.
Jing Yan leaned his head on He Miao's arm, his big, round eyes staring unblinkingly at himself, who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. He suddenly felt strange.
Ordinary people would not have such a novel experience at all, but the magical things still happened to him and Miaomiao.
