Ellie Miller took the dragon back to her room.
The moment they entered, the dragon that was hanging tightly onto her ran off.
Fluttering its wings, its long slender dragon tail whipped like a lash, 'bang' it closed the door.
The tip of its tail even turned the lock.
Ellie Miller hadn't reached the inner room yet, and the dragon had already climbed onto the bed, hiding its four little claws under its body, lying on the bed like a cat.
Ellie Miller: "So cute!"
She pounced on the bed, hugging the little dragon and rolling around, playing for quite a while.
Until the bedroom door was knocked on urgently.
Ellie Miller: "?"
Artor's voice came through the door from outside, "Ellie, go to bed early! Don't, don't play with that dragon!"
Ellie Miller pouted, thinking: Stingy.
She deliberately hugged the dragon's head and kissed it for a good while.
Caesar: !!!
Outside, Artor was completely silent.
LOL.
It's midsummer now, and there's still a hint of heat at night.
