C148 Chapter 148

Osmanthus trees are tall, their leaves swaying by the glass. The smell of lavenia lingered in the room.

There was no more Happy Sheep in the drip bottle, but it had really turned into Donald Duck. His taste had indeed upgraded to the realm he had mentioned.

He could not help but laugh softly. There was no trace of nervousness after the surgery.

After a short nap, it was already evening