Jia Xitong looked out expectantly.
Just one look, and she was stunned.
Is the fur dense?
Dense!
Is the fur smooth?
Smooth!
Does the fur have texture?
Not only does it have texture, but it's particularly silky!
Everything seems perfect!
But when all these qualities appear together on a little raccoon, it becomes extremely bizarre.
Especially since this fur is not only silky and dense, but also very long.
Still on the table, it looks like a wig.
In motion, it's like flowing long hair!
Eyes were covered because the fur was too long, Jia Xitong ran a few steps and bumped into the table leg, rolled backwards, and instantly her fur twisted together.
Jia Xitong: ...
Shang Yanting: ...
"Can we cut it a bit shorter?"
Jia Xitong shook her head, trying to make her eyes visible, but failed.
Shang Yanting took out scissors, used a comb to smooth out the tangled fur, and snipped the tuft in front—
The scissors broke.
Oh?!
Jia Xitong was shocked.
