The Little Taomu that was supposed to be by the bay window, wobbled in the air for a while, flapping the quilt before finally giving up on trying to wake its owner.
Forget it, she won't wake up.
Little Taomu wasn't exactly eager to provoke its owner.
She had a bad temper, and her morning mood was even worse. Little Taomu didn't want to be flown through piles of Evil Ghosts again—it was way too smelly!
In such a deliberately indulgent manner, the joy of a perfect weekend morning was so simple: sleep until waking up naturally.
——Noon
"I'm so hungry, so hungry, I'm really very hungry"
"I'm so hungry, so hungry, I'm really very hungry"
"..."
The cycle repeated, effectively brainwashing.
Su Nanzhi: "..."
From amidst the cocooned quilt, a slender and fair hand suddenly stretched out, fumbling on the sheet, then struggling to reach the bedside table beside it, groping around, but still unable to find the phone she had casually placed there the night before.
