Ji Qiyue picked up a little crying bag in the hot July
He picked up the little guy home, thinking he had picked up a little mute, until he heard intermittent talking in his sleep in the middle of the night...
"Little mute, can you talk to me now? I heard you snoring last night!"
Wen Luo... "First of all, I am not mute..."
"Lolo, are you willing to live with me?"
"I will protect you well from now on"
On a rainy night in July, the two little animals had a home, their own home.
Crying bag, stubborn little shou x Mingsao, cheerful old gong
Intention: Two-way redemption