The Little Butterfly died on the spot.
Its wings gave a sudden shiver, and its whole body shook violently.
"Stop talking!!"
"Which family has the female on top! Ah ah ah! I don't mean that, I mean... ah ah ah, I can't live anymore!"
It flipped its belly up and lay on the pillow with all four legs in the air.
If only its head wasn't too small to stick out its tongue.
It should really roll its eyes and play dead, to show that shame had reached the peak of its life.
At this point, how could Selene Kane have any sleepiness left?
The scene just now was too magical, and thinking back on it still felt absurd and unbelievable.
She shuffled out of bed in her fluffy slippers, slowly getting up.
Sleepily, she pushed open the door, and the hallway light spilled in, projecting the cartoon bears on her pajamas.
In the living room, Zane was sitting alone, quietly.
He gently stroked the Little Fox Alza in his arms, one hand at a time.
Selene felt her heart skip a beat, making it void.
