Under the cold night sky outside the house, Xiao Li crouched on the ground, her fluffy tail sweeping back and forth like a broom.
Feeling bored, she turned her head to look at Qiu Qingtang squatting by the window, only to see the owner gripping the windowsill while gazing inside, with her pink-furred tail under her yellow long dress gently swaying unconsciously.
It was obvious that the owner was captivated by the scene inside the house.
Because whenever the owner was focused, her tail would sway gently without her knowing.
What inside the house attracted her?
Xiao Li could guess, because she heard a distinct sound just a moment ago.
She certainly knew what that sound represented. Not to mention, the owner often spoke in a way that hinted at such things, and her instincts, engraved in her very bones, also told her what it was.
Even though it's all theoretical knowledge, it's like never having eaten pork but having seen pigs run.
