Driven by the principle 'waste not, want not,' Feng Yin grabbed whatever she saw. As long as the Space Ring could accommodate it, she didn't let anything go, packing everything away.
She resembled a newlywed returning to her parents' home and going on a massive raid.
Feng Yin looked at the Space Ring with an undeniable tinge of envy.
Obviously, this was the Space Ring, one of the standard accessories of the protagonist in a fantasy novel. But why didn't he have one? He was clueless about when he could get one. Yet Feng Ying, his beloved pet, already had one, and it was with such a huge capacity...
This was...just too much!
But...
"If Feng Ying has it, it's almost as if I have it too, there's nothing wrong with that!"
Feng Yin comforted himself this way, still unable to suppress the sour feeling that was quietly brewing in his heart.
Feng Ying sauntered into the bedroom, effortlessly jumped onto the bed, and lay down.
