After Xiao Yu drank the witch’s secret brew version two and returned to his hamster form, Yan Jin firmly tucked Xiao Yu into his shirt pocket. He didn’t mind how dirty Xiao Yu was.

“*Squeeak*.” It’s too cramped in here.

Xiao Yu struggled to turn his little belly.

“Endure it for a bit. It’s safer to keep you close by.”

“*Squeak*.” Isn’t this a little too close though?

“No, this distance is perfect. If there’s a sniper on the ...