"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
In the early morning, following a crisp sound, Bai Yi, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed, sleepily straightened her body.
She was resting her chin, looking towards the en-suite bathroom of the master bedroom, but now she had to turn her head to look forward.
In front of her, Yan Huan had somehow pulled over a small whiteboard, with a water-based pen held in his mouth.
On the whiteboard behind him, there was a line of crooked words,
"Post-War Bai Yi's Reflection and Apology Meeting"
"..."
Looking at the words on it, Bai Yi pouted her lips.
Yan Huan put down the pen from his mouth, turned his head, and asked Bai Yi,
"Seeing the title I wrote, do you have any thoughts, Meow?"
"Hmm..."
Bai Yi pinched her chin, thought for a few seconds, then pointed at the whiteboard and joked with Yan Huan with a smile,
"Yan Ye, your handwriting is pretty ugly, almost like mine, haha..."
Yan Huan's cat face darkened, and he exclaimed angrily,
