Chapter 78: A world where only mice get hurt has been achieved... (2/3)

But no matter how long they waited, the barrier remained.

It paced anxiously around the wall, its little paws gripping the stones, its neck stretched out as far as it could, desperately trying to see inside, but it couldn't see anything.

When the evening breeze blows, my bottom feels chilly.

Little Whitey let out a pitiful "squeak" and curled itself into a fluffy white ball.

Its two little front paws tightly hugged its bright and colorful tail, and tears welled up in its black bean-like eyes.

Bad guy!

You stinky man!

It stole its sweet owner! And it won't let the mouse go home!

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The next morning.

Ruan Tang was awakened by a warm, cozy feeling in the sun.

The man's overwhelming joy was clearly transmitted from the other end of the contract.

She rubbed her eyes, got up, stretched, and went out the door.

The morning light was just right in the main room.

The tall man, backlit, was wearing an incredibly unfashionable floral apron and carrying a bowl of steaming porridge as he walked in from outside.

His face remained as aloof and dignified as ever.

But in those unfathomable black eyes, there was a silly smile that even he himself didn't realize.

That smile made Ruan Tang's heart soar.

Without a second thought, she rushed over barefoot, like a little cannonball, and plunged headfirst into his arms.

Good morning.

Yan Yu's bowl wobbled, and the porridge almost spilled, but he still caught it steadily.

He pulled her into his arms, encircling her fragrant and soft body, and kissed her smooth forehead.

Good morning, baby.

His voice was deep and pleasant, with a slightly husky quality that was particularly captivating.

One kiss is clearly not enough.

He followed her soft lips and kissed them.

The kiss was light and soft, filled with tender care and affection, so gentle it was almost unbelievable.

The two kissed passionately, filling the air with a sweet scent.

Just then, Ruan Tang suddenly felt a chill on her neck.

It felt as if a drop of warm liquid had rolled into her collar.

Immediately afterwards, a voice from above, filled with endless grievances and tears, accused them—

"squeak--!"

Yan Yu also sensed it.

His shoulders suddenly felt heavy. Yesterday he was a light and airy "little squirrel," but after one night's sleep, he felt like he was filled with lead.

He turned his head slightly.

He saw the silver-white treasure-hunting rat clinging to his shoulder with all its might, its little paws gripping Ruan Tang's neck tightly, its furry bottom sticking up high.

It buried its little head in Ruan Tang's neck, and the whole mouse was twitching.