The East Wind Blows, The War Drums Beat, Who Fears Whom: Humans or Monsters!

The excitement of getting to go out and have fun overwhelmed everything else.

The Little Puppet climbed onto Shen Le's back, wrapped Silk Thread around his pitifully short hair, and kept bouncing up and down.

"I want to go out! I want to go out! I want to go out! I've been stuck at home for so many days! I have to go out!"

"Go out, go out!" Shen Le supported its body with both hands, trying hard to pry it off his back. "Let go! Stop pulling my hair! Why don't you go see what clothes you need to bring for going out?"

His back suddenly grew lighter as the Little Puppet floated down and scampered off to one side. It skillfully turned on the computer, then sprawled over it.

[I want to buy new clothes!]

Shen Le: "..."

"Weren't your old clothes pretty enough? I saw dozens of outfits in your wardrobe already!"

[Those are all clothes for opera performances! They're costumes! I want clothes to wear when I go out! I want white shirts! Riding breeches! Hunting outfits! Military uniforms!]

Fortunately, clothes for a 60-centimeter-tall BJD Doll were everywhere online, in endless variety.

Ever since Shen Le had achieved financial freedom, he no longer took half of Xiao Ling's income for household expenses. All of its regular performance earnings belonged to it.

No rent, no utilities, no internet bills, no food expenses—if its performance income was only spent on clothes, it was more than enough.

As for how there was always one outfit missing from the wardrobe, and how it always wanted to buy any clothes it liked when it saw them, that was another matter entirely...

Shen Le had barely managed to placate the Little Puppet when the Little Ink Marker raised its Ink Line as