C198 It's All Her Fault

Perhaps it was because she was having too much fun with the little white deer, Fubao slept very soundly. When she slowly woke up on her warm little bed, nearly two hours had quietly passed.

Fubao used her small and fleshy hand to rub her sleepy eyes. She opened her eyes and subconsciously swept her gaze. When she saw the needle of the clock on the wall was shockingly pointed at four