Goat penis...
Goat waist...
Leek...
Ling Ping'an looked at the ingredients in front of him and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
"This aunt of mine... She thinks that the matter isn't serious enough!" he sighed and stuffed all the ingredients into the bottom of the refrigerator.
A creature that was the size of a pigeon landed on his shoulder.
The tentacles on the little guy's body drooped down one by one.
The compound eyes on the surface of his body flickered with an inexplicable color.
Ling Ping'an nodded as if he could understand, "That's it..."
After saying that, he closed the refrigerator door and walked down the stairs with his pet.
The bookstore was still very quiet.
The pedestrians passing by the door were in a hurry.
Ling Ping'an sat at the counter and leaned against the chair, slowly falling asleep.
It was like a silkworm spitting out silk.