C50

Firstly, Yuan Feiyu did not know how many hours a day there were. Although she wanted to count by twenty-four hours, this bird did not understand human's time. She was clearly the birdman's pet, so she had to work with it.

The bird seemed to sleep once every two or three days. It would sleep for about five to six hours at a time. Maybe it was asleep, she was awake, she was asleep, it was gone. However, it was possible for him to have multiple breaks in between, ranging from two to three hours at a time. Furthermore, the time between them wasn't fixed.

The golden birdman seemed to eat twice a day. Sometimes, they would eat twice less than twenty-four hours and most of them would eat once every forty hours or so. Yuan Feiyu judged that the birdman ate more than two hundred kilograms of meat in one go. This was because she often saw the birdman coming back and had a feeling that after eating, it was possible for the birdman to eat meat outside. This made her even more unable to determine how often the birdman ate.

That was why Yuan Feiyu's sleep now was a chaotic ordeal. For example, right now, the time on her watch was 10 in the morning. Especially last night, when the golden birdman killed her neighbors, she had slept soundly. After working for a little while in the morning, he was still excited and got dragged back to his nest by the evil bird. I can't sleep.

She was more qualified for the profession of cook, but she didn't know how to convince the brute. After all, the two languages would probably never be the same.

She boringly and gently poked the birdman's arm with her hand. After realizing it, she quickly pulled back! He wanted to see the reaction of the birdman.

The birdman did not react, it only watched as its entire body laid on top of hers, blocking the cold. Its head was resting on the edge of the nest, rubbing the top of her head, stroking her silky hair. She was a good child who loved cleanliness. Even though it was inconvenient, she still tried to wash her hair and clean her underwear. There was always a faint scent of lemon on him.

Yuan Feiyu gently caressed each and every scale that shone brightly under the sunlight. It was hard, cold, and smooth …

The feeling of these scales must not be as sensitive as human skin, as if they were different from the bodies of other animals. My dear, I shall know how sensitive it is in the future.)

Her slender white fingers slowly felt about on the smooth scales, as if she was looking for an adventure. There was another languid insouciance, but it was this indolence that accentuated the feminine charm.

The birdman was lying on her side, her gaze was focused on his fruit. The golden-red fruit's wound had now completely healed, its scales that were initially torn by her teeth had already grown back to normal, and there were no longer any injuries at all.

Her fingers could not help but move forward, and then there was the sound of pi ding. There was a soft 'ma' sound, and all the scales on the golden birdman's body slightly opened up at a 30 degree angle, as if a human's hair was standing up or raising up!

Yuan Feiyu was shocked, and retracted his hand. The innocent eyes flickered and blinked. The tender corners of her mouth slightly curled up, making her look extremely harmless and obedient.

The scale closed with a crack. It was as if everything had returned to its original state. Yuan Feiyu cursed himself and started doing it again as he quickly closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep.

But something was different.