"Hey! Ha! Ho! The great Mao Mao is finally out!" The Little White Cat kicked its four little legs vigorously, leaving cute little paw prints on the soft bedding.
Watching the playful Little White Cat, An Yiqing couldn't help but chuckle and facepalm. Sitting on the big bed, she extended her arm and swept up the still-rolling Little White Cat.
"Mao Mao, you've just transformed into a physical form. If you keep this up, your body won't be able to handle it."
