In the tranquil farmland night, the corn seedlings rustled softly under the starlit sky. At the doorway of the farmhouse, a man lounged on a sofa, focused on a 19-inch screen, with two toads nestled next to him.
[Da Vinci thinks this sofa is a bit hard, not soft enough~ uncomfortable~]
[Foodie agrees, there's no scent of perfume, really misses Alice~ Da Vinci suddenly got up, looking at Foodie, since Alice's heart rhythm is irregular, we can only change Ming's target... Foodie rolls over and stands up, yes, Clos is so capable and strong, his heart must be good~]
[Da Vinci shakes his head, he thinks it's not necessary, it's better to test it just to be safe, Foodie agrees, this kind of serious matter needs to be meticulous~]
"~"
Ming pinches the two toad kids, you think I don't know your little thoughts? You just want to find a comfortable place to sleep.
He continued to face the screen, carrying out the remaining operations: