
I'm Not the Meow King
by Buddhist Style With Salted Fish
About This Novel
The summer is scorching hot, and the Insect Symphony is hiding in some corner, constantly playing the sounds of summer. A round, plump dumpling lay lazily under the shade of the tree, feeling the gentle breeze blowing from time to time. From time to time, he stretched out his little meat claws to grab some snacks and took a sip of a cold and refreshing drink. It was so comfortable. But the yelling of the girl in the distance made the big dumpling suddenly tremble, twitching his little ears, abandoning his comfortable place and running away. Seeing that she couldn't catch up, the girl stopped and shouted to the big dumpling running wildly with a smile on her face: "Remember to come back early!"
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