Shasha took several beast skins out of her space ring and laid them on the ground, while Zhiyan's blanket was a precious silk wool one, with a soft woolen bottom and a smooth silk top layer, comfortable and snug, extremely fitting for the body.
"That, Yanyan, this blanket is comfortable, isn't it?" Shasha squeezed next to Zhiyan and spoke fawningly.
"Mhm, not bad, I like it." Yanyan nodded, having run around for the whole day, she truly felt a bit exhausted, so she simply lay down and lazily drifted off to sleep on the blanket.
"Little Yanyan is comfortable now, but Shasha is so hungry—" Shasha purposely elongated her voice, expressing her grievances in an overly apparent manner.
Sharon's forehead turned dark, and a trace of disdain crossed his face. He had been wondering why Shasha would give up her favorite silk wool blanket, but now he understood her motive.
