When Song Qinghan saw that she was awake, she quickly said to me excitedly.
I yawned.
I spent a long time dealing with her physical problems yesterday and didn't go to bed until midnight, but luckily she woke up the next day.
"Why is it you again?"
The little girl said dissatisfiedly.
Song Qinghan immediately became unhappy when he heard this, and said to her: "Last night we found something in your body that swallowed your life. If he hadn't used the source of space to take out that thing, you would have been consumed by it overnight!
"
The little guy was silent for a moment and nodded reluctantly.
"I said you should agree to us helping you now, right? We discussed it yesterday and have already decided."
I smiled and asked.
She snorted and said coldly: "You got involved voluntarily. I will not be responsible for any danger."
I nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, okay."
This little guy's name is Bai Ling. He seems to have been chased by a big shot and escaped all the way.
"By the way, why are you so young?"
Song Qinghan couldn't help but stared at Bai Ling and asked.
She glanced at us defensively and said nothing.
Actually, I also have this doubt. Looking at her like this, she shouldn't be a normal human being. After all, she is only less than half a meter tall.
She looks sweet and cute, with a pair of big watery eyes that are very lively. She is wearing a fat snow-white cotton-padded jacket on her upper body, and her lower body is
"Hey, why are you wearing nothing underneath?"
Song Qinghan asked with some confusion.
She originally kept a straight face and said nothing.
But when she heard Song Qinghan say this, her face immediately turned red.
"I...I'm not used to wearing it."
Bai Ling blushed with embarrassment and said with evasive eyes.
She has been like this since she was a child, wearing only a fat cotton-padded jacket, so she was scolded as a female hooligan by her clan members.
In the entire clan, there is only one little boy who plays with her and is her only friend.
At this thought, her eyes dimmed.
Seeing Song Qinghan still staring at her curiously, she floated directly into the air and said angrily: "Why do you ask so many questions?"
Song Qinghan's voice softened and she said weakly: "I want to wash your clothes, but your clothes are a little dirty."
Bai Ling's eyes couldn't help but trance for a moment.
She smelled the pungent smell on her body, looked unhappy, and muttered: "Everyone thinks I'm dirty..."
Then, she asked: "I only have this piece of clothing, what should I wear after washing it?"
Song Qinghan smiled mysteriously and said, "Hey, I have my own way."
Then, I was kicked out of the room.
"Wow, your skin is so good, so white and tender."
"Oh, don't touch it!"
"Here you go, wrap yourself in a bath towel."
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I stood awkwardly at the door, listening to the sounds coming from inside.
After a while, the sound of running water came from the toilet.
"Oh, I forgot, this thing can't be washed like this."
Song Qinghan looked at the huddled clothes, patted his head and nodded.
"Ah, ah, you do this and I have no clothes to wear!"
Bai Ling was floating in the air wrapped in a bath towel, screaming and hitting Song Qinghan on the head.
"Calm down."
Song Qinghan was also a little embarrassed.
She coughed dryly and said seriously: "Watch it, I'll show you a magic trick!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shrunken clothes suddenly became fluffy under a mysterious energy.
Immediately afterwards, the water above began to dry quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shrunken cotton balls slowly expanded.
In the end, a brand new snow-white cotton-padded jacket that still exudes a quiet fragrance appeared in front of Bai Ling.