Early the next morning, before he fully woke up, Howard, who had been longing for a pocket stuffed with candy, excitedly opened his eyes. And the first thing he did after opening his eyes was to reach into his pocket to feel around.
But his pocket was empty, with nothing inside, which inevitably left him feeling somewhat disappointed.
Not content with this, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, then looked down at the pocket in front of him, only to realize that it was indeed empty. He immediately turned his head to look at Tristan Leaf, who was still asleep, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to poke him, "Jack, Santa didn't come last night~"
Tristan Leaf slightly furrowed his attractive eyebrows and turned his head to glance somewhat irritably at the annoying Fatty.
All night, he almost got squeezed under the bed by him, and if he had really been squeezed down there, he feared his lifelong reputation would be ruined by this Fatty.