"Ah-choo!"
The little puppet, who was lying on the coffee table watching TV intently, suddenly let out a solid sneeze, sliding backwards a bit and almost falling off.
Yu Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa grooming Hu Li's tail, was startled by the commotion. He looked up at the little puppet as it moved back to its original spot. "What's the matter? Caught a cold?"
Erin rubbed her nose vigorously. "I'm a puppet, how could I catch a cold?"
Yu Sheng's face turned peculiar. "As a puppet, sneezing itself is already quite unreasonable, don't you think? And now you're talking about logic..."
"Someone must be talking bad about me behind my back," Erin muttered, "I bet it's that C-type buckle; I'll sneak into the washing machine to scare her when she does laundry!"
