"Don't touch that!"

Ming returned home to find Da Vinci squatting on the mountaintop platform, with Little Gray lying next to him, all four feet in the air.

hmm...

It seems that Little Gray wasn't meant to have gourmet food. Look at how much he vomited, Ming shook his head, carrying Da Vinci in his left hand and grabbing Little Gray's tail with his right hand, and went back to the second floor.

He glanced at the still-hovering butterfly, truly admiring it. Even though its constitution was low... its will was commendable.

After a quick rinse, he threw Little Gray on the floor and placed Da Vinci on his chest to go to sleep.

It was already late at night, and he had to get up early to work the next day. It was a rare peaceful night.

Early the next morning, Da Vinci climbed up from Ming's face, rubbed his hand with his head, and jumped off the bed, kicked Little Gray, who looked sick, and the two went downstairs and down the slope.