The wood used for carving the Thunder Pill was quite hard, and the carving knife made a clicking sound when slicing through it.
Before long, he heard a meow that could melt one's heart. Turning his head, he saw Tuanzi had woken up, stretching her four fluffy little short legs and then licking her paws and rubbing her face. After washing her face, still a bit groggy, she looked at the bed and then surveyed the room.
"Meow!"
She jumped down from the nightstand, walked toward Zhou Li, then lightly leaped onto the desk. "Zhou Ni, what are you doing?"
"Carving."
"Oh..."
Tuanzi sat down quietly and watched him carve. She didn't cause much disturbance, only occasionally whispering a question or saying a few words to him.
Since venturing out into the world, she seemed to have matured a lot.
Zhou Li's heart gradually calmed down.
Only when he heard Brother Nan turning over in bed behind him, followed by a lazy, soft moan, did both he and the cat turn to look.
