Su Lan had a full meal, curled up in Lin Sen’s arms and slept again.
Lin Sen held the little thing in his arms tightly, picked up the phone, and opened the forum where he posted his question last time.
He usually went to these places to read various gossip, learn human psychology, observe human life, keep up with the Internet stream, what mother-in-law fights with daughter-laws; legal wife and mistress; 818. He watched it so as not to accidentally expose himself and to be treated as an alien.
The post he posted last time trended and there was a little “hot” tag next to the title. Everyone in the replies were laughing discussing the possibility of a sloth becoming a spirit.
Lin Sen shook his head and smiled. He was about to close the page, when he suddenly saw someone’s reply: “Are you stupid, LS? Isn’t there still three hours to eat and one hour to bathe? Four hours is not enough for you to do it? Who ever told you that you can’t do it while eating or bathing?”
The words awakened the dreamer.
Lin Sen was stunned, and the phone dropped to the ground with a crack.