Song Jiao got up in the morning and just stretched out. Hey, her toes kicked something. It was soft and slippery, and suddenly a fat white ball like a short-handed octopus came out from the quilt.
"Ignorant woman, I am the embodiment of your spiritual body, and you kicked me in the head and it became swollen."
Song Jiao: I'm still dreaming
Because her favorite author has stopped updating, Song Jiao's favorite fat octopus in the novel no longer has chapters, so she can only rely on dreaming to satisfy herself rua dumpling
"Host, get up and do your homework."
"Host, get up and go for a run."
"Host, you haven't finished writing your paper yet."
Is this definitely my spiritual body? Why are you more diligent than me?
Intention: I fantasize about a white dumpling coming to accompany me