She thought she was truly a clever Little Bunny.
This way, she wouldn't have to change any words.
Little Bun Fu happily climbed into bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, she got up at six o'clock.
At this time, no one else was awake, so Little Bun Fu quietly slipped out and pushed open the door to Fu Qianyu's bedroom next door.
Fu Qianyu was still asleep.
Even in his dreams, his round Baby Face was tense and very serious.
This was always a source of frustration for Little Bun Fu.
Why did her brother love to sleep so much?
How could he learn bad habits from her Mommy?
Fu Qianyu usually didn't talk much or smile, except when eating chips and some small snacks.
Little Bun Fu sternly told him he couldn't eat snacks.
She circled Fu Qianyu's bed, turning left and right, blinked her eyes, and slowly pulled out a small round ball from her pocket and tossed it on the ground.
