Prince Algernon, What's Your Problem?

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"The wind is blowing from the surface of the pond, 

And beautiful ripples are exposed between the waves. 

Whoever puts a green cover on the water surface, 

But the cover is red makeup and singing lotus picking."

Facing such a beautiful scenery, Carra couldn't help but burst into poetry, stroking the soft white hair of the little fox in her arms, and reciting a few verses casually.

The little fox slightly opened her blue eyes, yowled at Carra twice, then closed her eyes and went to sleep.

This little thing was not a fox at all, but a cat. How could she be so lazy. Carra tugged at its ears in disbelief, causing the little fox to raise his claws to protest in dissatisfaction.