Chapter 917 - Chapter 917: Life at Home, and a Long Talk About Life With a Certain Wise-But-Seemingly-Foolish Female Hooligan

A day at home usually begins like this: half-awake, feeling the dazzling sunlight, I habitually dodge to the side, and then, with a bang, the big box of the Mercury Lamp crashes onto the bed. This little doll never succeeds, yet she persistently uses this method to wake me up. It has become a habit now. Even in her sleep, she would leap up and crash down every morning at six-thirty. Then I open my eyes, daze for a bit, and after three minutes, knock on the box beside me, pulling out the equally muddled Mercury Lamp, brushing the little doll's hair and checking her teeth while she tries to bite me. Then I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, watching Dingdang trying to eat toothpaste with cold water instead of brushing. Sometimes, Little Baobao would float out from an unexpected place asking for a hug. Once I've served all the little ancestors, I'm usually fully awake, and then I go downstairs to eat...