Looking at Feng Yin's chest, Feng Ying seemed very content, rapidly chewing on that strange flower.
Dong Xiaoyan watched as a piece of the holy petal fell at Feng Ying's mouth corner, swiftly rolled up by her small tongue, and tumbled into her little mouth, which then naturally... was swallowed.
Looking up, Feng Ying's eyes carried an innocent look, I didn't do much, just grabbing some food, right?
Seeing Feng Yin and Dong Xiaoyan standing there dumbfounded, she yawned casually and curled up into a ball, retreating back to the front of Feng Yin's robe, slightly closing her eyes, coiling her tail, ready to sleep.
What else to do after a late-night snack if not to sleep?
I, Miss Meow, am going to rest now, no noise, no noise!
Dong Xiaoyan's eyes almost turned cross-eyed, and in the blink of an eye, her gaze went through astonishment, shock, and then slowly morphed into rage, as fierce as a storm brewing!
Looking at Feng Ying, her fierce expression burst forth—
