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She was only close to animals, and only when she was face to face with them would she be at ease and relaxed. That was why he suddenly thought of it. Even if it was a zoo, it wouldn't be a surprise.

"Little Treasure, if you like it, I'll go find some more parrots to share with the Church. They can talk …." He giggled. "I've asked Xiao Yulin about this. They have parrots that can talk. Those parrots can walk on a tightrope, roll on a ball of silk. It's super fun. We've already arranged for them to send a batch of trained parrots over soon …"

She only stared at the two snow-white alpacas with rapt attention. This was the first time she had seen her true appearance.

The two little fellows raised their long necks, standing in a very gentle and calm manner, appearing to be incomparably elegant.

A staff member walked over and began trimming the alpaca's fur as usual.

After cutting Erbao's hair, it became a little short, making him look extremely laughable. Big Treasure watched with rapt attention until the staff member finished cutting the hair. He suddenly walked over to Second Treasure, spit at him, and raised his chin. His expression was very arrogant, which meant that he couldn't be clearer than to say: I despise you, you are so ugly after you cut your hair!

The staff laughed, while Qu Cunzi also burst out laughing.

Even a trace of a smile surfaced in Li Xiaobao's eyes.

Oh, how lovely.

Qu Cunzi noticed that her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and that there was an additional trace of a smile on her face. He couldn't help but quietly rub his chin, which was still faintly hurting.

Maybe it was because of the happiness brought by the alpaca, but after two days of observation, Qu Cunzi found that Little Treasure's emotions were stable. What was lacking in beauty was that he had a little wind blowing. She had a little cold.

That day, he was busy with some work, so when he returned to his room, Little Treasure was already asleep.

He was lying beside her, and it was still early morning.

He reached out and touched her forehead. There was no fever. It was obvious that she had recovered from the cold.

It was unknown what dream she had had as she had a strange expression on her face.

Qu Cunzi tossed and turned.

Perhaps it was the surging emotions of the past few days, or perhaps it was the embrace of such a long time, the afternoon of late autumn. The temperature of the night actually soared. Even more annoying were the autumn bugs in the garden outside the window, chirping like a thousand ducks singing at the same time.

He could not sleep, and his eyes were wide open in the dark.

However, ever since she had cried so loudly that day, she had eaten and slept well, and her mood had relaxed. Every night, she would sleep soundly and without any worries.

Next to him lay a soft, fragrant body, one leg still resting habitually on his.

I've never seen anyone in the world who loved to sleep so much. There was no harm in bestowing upon her the title of a sleeping god.

She rolled over on her back, her leg still on his, very comfortable.

It was just like back then.

So many nights, when he was awake, he was the overlord, bullying her, teasing her; but every time she fell asleep, she became the overlord, always putting her legs on him all night long, and sometimes when he woke up in the morning his legs would get numb.

Strangely, back then, he had been accustomed to it and had never wanted to correct this vile habit of hers. Sometimes he would wake up and turn over, but he was still not used to not being able to touch her legs.

As he continued to torture and abuse her, this made sense.

After that, how many noon. When he touched it, he would feel it, but it was always empty. There was no longer that oppressive force on him. Who could say that his eyes had never been wet?

Now, when he touched it with his outstretched hand, he was suddenly unable to control it …