"Pop pop pop pop"
Little Shui skillfully picked up Xiao Lai again and placed it on her chest.
The otter and the Slime were having a great time playing together; it seemed this form of entertainment had happened many times before.
At Wutong, three or four chicken heads were squeezed together at a tiny air vent, looking quite pitiful.
Don't worry, I'll let you out soon.
The Little Prince hasn't returned from foraging yet; he's probably playing wildly outside again.
After entering the courtyard, Han Qiwu put down his bag and walked to the side of the fish pond.
"Ying ying ying, ying ying ying"
As soon as Little Shui saw Han Qiwu had returned, it flipped its body over and climbed to the shore, shook the water off vigorously, and climbed up his pants leg to his arm.
Once settled, Little Shui blinked its big eyes at Han Qiwu.
