Alexander Summers didn't go over immediately.
He laughed for a while, enjoying himself before heading leisurely to the kitchen.
Soon, Alexander returned carrying a thawed dead rabbit, picked up Purple in one hand and threw the rabbit into the glass box with the other.
Purple only felt her body suddenly airborne and then gently landing on the couch.
She couldn't help but think: He's so strong.
"I've told you before, you need to feed it once a month. You've been slacking, haven't you?" Alexander pinched her nose and teased her.
Purple thought he was being unreasonable, "Your snake escaped, and you blame me?!"
"It's our snake," Alexander corrected her.
Purple didn't want to argue with him, clutching the little crow and speaking seriously, "It wanted to eat the little crow. The feeding box isn't secure enough. You need to figure out a solution, or else we'll be on edge every day."
