Tong Sanlang "..."
Life held no charm for him.
He wanted kisses, hugs, and love, not to learn some damn bird language!
Qiao Xiaomai looked at his protesting little eyes, holding back laughter as she said, "Actually, I suspect these books aren't for studying at all—they're for wiping your butt, what with the pile of toilet paper in them."
As she spoke, she took out a few sheets of toilet paper. "This kind of toilet paper, I've seen it before. Although it's rough, it's still better than using book paper for wiping your butt."
Out of all the items Liuli had left behind, the thing Qiao Xiaomai was most pleased with was this toilet paper. She was about to run out in her own space, and she disdained the grass paper here that was used for wiping. She had already bought some silk cloth planning to use that instead.
Now, suddenly having a whole pile of toilet paper, she could at least use it for half a year!
