"It's nearly one o'clock, isn't Lord Dumpling going to sleep?" Zhou Li gently rubbed Tuanzi's forehead with his index finger. He liked doing this because the fuzz on Tuanzi's forehead was light, fine, soft, and warm to the touch, making it very comfortable.
"One o'clock..."
Tuanzi turned her head to look at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes—a little parrot indeed.
Zhou Li thought for a moment and explained to her, "In short, it's very late."
"Hmm, Zhou Li, are you going to sleep?"
"..."
Why did Zhou Li detect a hint of excitement in her tone?
He lightly flicked Tuanzi's forehead. When she meowed in response and then quickly covered her head with her little paws, staring at him in shock as if he had used a handmade brain-busting Divine Artifact, Zhou Li couldn't help but feel a bit exasperated.
"How bold!"
"..."
"How bold, Zhou Li! To attack Lord Dumpling!"
"..."
"Someone! Someone come!"
