In summer, the old Gouzi tree blossomed and gave birth to a litter of cubs.
Tang Shi seemed to be very happy and walked around the doghouse every day. When the little cub can run away, he will sit on the deck chair under the tree, swinging the cattail fan happily, occasionally drinking a few sips of wine, and then dragging himself back to the house to sleep when he is tipsy.
"Tang Shi, how long do you want to hide?" Under the moonlight, the usually straight back of the decisive king on the battlefield seemed to be bent a little.
Tang Shi narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "Can't you just treat me like a fart?"
"... I won't let a piece of shit crawl into my bed."
"Pfft——"
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Daily small theater:
"Come on, open your mouth, ah——"
"Ah, what, you're so girly..."
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"Chengche, you must have done it on purpose. Why is this medicine so bitter?"
"Is it bitter? Come and eat a spoonful of honey."
"Is it sweet?"
"Yeah."
"Let me try..."
"Hmm~~~~~~"