The daily life of Shier and 5t5

"Sir, what do you think of this?"

Gojo Satoru held up a sunny doll and recommended him a gift for Huihui.

The sunny doll is a relatively common small ornament, like a smiling doll wearing a white skirt, delicate and cute.

But the sunny doll in Gojo Satoru's hands cannot be described as "cute".

Its white clothes are mottled and shabby, scattered on the ground, with purple-brown stains.With a weird smile on his face and a long blood red tongue, he would not be inferior to playing Sadako in a haunted house.

This is not a children's toy at all, but a horror doll.

If the singer saw that Gojo Satoru was going to impose her curious aesthetics on a six-year-old child, she would definitely strongly suggest that he go to a mental hospital to see a doctor.

Shi Er silently stared at the sunny baby with a serious face.

"How?" Gojo Satoru blinked.

Now he is like a big white cat picking up a dead mouse, eager to be recognized and rewarded.

Shi'er stretched out his fist, and then slowly gave a thumbs up.

"Not bad." He said succinctly and reluctantly.

Not only is it good, it perfectly hits his aesthetic point!

...I didn't expect Babyface to have such high eyesight.

However, he certainly won't touch something that other cats have eaten, so what gift can he choose?

Shi'er flicked her hair irritably.

Grass, why didn't he see the sunny baby just now?