Little Taotie lay on a Rococo-designed sofa, resembling a giant pastel shell, swinging her little feet as she ate cherries from a bowl, watching a play and giggling with "hee hee hee" laughter from time to time.
Attracted by the laughter, Ling Long came over and stealthily took a cherry from Little Taotie's bowl, tossing it into her mouth and instantly furrowing her brows, her face contorting with sourness.
"They're so sour, how can you eat so many without even blinking?"
Little Taotie glanced at her, a slick smile creeping onto her face, one dimple deepening, the other just a hint, exuding a sense of playfulness and slight wilfulness, "Mine aren't sour, they're super sweet! It's only yours that are sour, they changed when I touched them."
Ling Long,"...You! I give up, I won't ever eat from your bowl again!"
Little Taotie covered her mouth, trying to hide her snicker.
