Sleep on your bed? What does the Book Saint want to do to me? An Hong blushed, silently stood up, took trembling Water Elf No. 3 in her arms, and hugged it to her chest.
Everyone keeps saying there's something off about the Book Saint!
Water Elf No. 3, shield!
What's on the minds of the youngsters these days? The Book Saint languidly lowered their head, speaking listlessly:
"I've been kidnapped by my own bedding..."
"My time is precious, hurry up..."
After speaking, the Book Saint let out a long yawn, eyelids drooping, almost ready to fall asleep.
"..."
An hesitated for a moment, cast a flying technique, carefully flew with the Water Elf in her arms, and landed on the rocking cradle.
The Book Saint's bed was a four-meter-long large rocking cradle, set with pillows and blankets, and also had a small dessert fridge on it, along with various ancient books and a lengthy list of unfinished tasks.
