"Dundun, what are you up to?"
Six thirty in the morning, Lin Xu got up, washed up, and came outside. He saw Dundun dragging his little blanket downstairs, so he asked curiously.
He walked over, bent down to pick up the blanket, and Dundun immediately turned and ran downstairs.
Every few steps he'd deliberately twist his head back to check, afraid Lin Xu wasn't following.
What's going on here?
Is this little guy carrying his blanket to find a new place to sleep?
Lin Xu went downstairs with the blanket and only then noticed the TV was on, still playing Tom and Jerry, with ten or twenty more episodes than when he'd turned it off last night.
This...
Lin Xu put the blanket on the couch, just about to interrogate the culprit who'd been secretly watching TV in the middle of the night.
He saw the little guy leap onto the couch, roll himself up in the blanket he was holding, wrap himself up tight, and continue watching TV.
"Since when did you become a TV addict?"
