"So they fell asleep."
Looking at the little puppet holding the Omen Wandering Star, quietly asleep on the couch cushion, Hu Li couldn't help but mutter.
Luna passed by the couch, glancing over, and spoke slowly: "Because, it's that time."
"Quite a regular schedule," Hu Li glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, casually stuffed the yarn back into her tail, stretched lazily, "I'll take her back to her room."
"Don't wake her up," Luna warned, "She'll be noisy."
"Can't wake her up, I'm very steady~"
Hu Li said proudly, and then with a flick of her tail, rolled up the little puppet on the couch and headed to the second floor with the little one.
Luna glanced at the TV, saw that there was an advertisement for a robotic vacuum being broadcast in between shows—she tilted her head to watch for a while, then turned off the TV, muttering: "Really, associative..."
