Little Taotie wriggled like a slippery mud loach; before Hua Jinyan could resist, her small hand had already fumbled into his pocket.
"Eh? What's this?"
Little Taotie's tiny hand pinched a crumpled ball of paper.
"Don't move."
Hua Jinyan shouted, but Little Taotie had already taken the paper ball out.
"Heh heh, the more you don't let me look, the more I want to see what it is!"
"You can't look!"
"I'm gonna look!"
"Don't—"
Little Taotie had already unfolded the paper ball, revealing its true face.
Little Taotie was puzzled: "Are they practicing partner yoga? The poses they're doing are so weird!"
Hua Jinyan pressed his lips together, looking very serious, and reached out to snatch back the opened paper, crumpling it up again.
This time he didn't stuff it back into his pocket, but threw it straight out the window.
Little Taotie reached out to grab it, but missed; the paper ball hit the surface of the sea and quickly soaked through.
