When he was sleeping, he felt that his lying position wasn't too bad. It seemed that he really was lying on someone's lap. A cold hand rested over his forehead. It felt quite comfortable. Happily, he rolled around as much as he wanted to, and there wasn't anybody who scolded him. When he rolled onto the ground, his head was even gently stroked before he was picked up and put onto the lap again.
The Untamed: Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation
Fantasy · Queen_Mayonaka
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