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However, the window was locked, and there were no other exits in the room.

Nan Yan cleared his throat and called out nonsensically, "Hey, hey, hey, you there, oh, Little Grass, I see you. Come out, don\'t hide, I can see you."

Jiang Yan crawled out from under the bed, seeing Nan Yan with his back to her, shouting randomly at the curtains, not even noticing she had emerged.

Jiang Yan had to call out to him, "I\'m over here!"

Nan Yan, who was actually a paper tiger, was startled and whirled around.

He saw a tiny person sitting on the floor, probably only as big as a palm. She had all the facial features humans do, and was even quite pretty. She was wrapped in tissue paper as a makeshift dress, looking like a BJD doll.

Nan Yan was still quite flustered, but he thought this might be a golden opportunity sent by heaven. Just like Aladdin\'s magic lamp in fairy tales, Little Grass had been moved by his kindness and transformed into human form to find him...

However, Little Grass didn\'t give him a chance to continue his fantasy, opening her mouth to say, "I\'m hungry."

...

Nan Yan tried to get Little Grass to eat fertilizer, but ended up being scolded and sent to the kitchen to cook. Jiang Yan, having become so small, was already quite annoyed, and all this talk of fertilizer didn\'t help.

The range hood sucked away the aroma of the food, its sound replacing the smell as the indicator of cooking.

Nan Yan put all his culinary skills to use and prepared several dishes. Then he found Little Grass at the bottom of the table leg and carefully pinched her up onto the table.

Jiang Yan suddenly became cheerful. A piece of golden shrimp cake was as big as her upper body, requiring both hands to hold while eating. Nan Yan wanted to cut it for her, but was refused.

Eating while hugging the food felt so good!

Nan Yan rested his chin on his hand, watching Little Grass eat, his heart temporarily settling down. This was definitely some kind of little angel, so pretty to look at, just with a slightly, very slightly naughty temperament.

"Are you a flower fairy?" Nan Yan asked, "Or a little sprite?"

Since she was eating his food, Jiang Yan answered honestly, "I don\'t know."

Nan Yan drummed his fingers on the table, saying "Oh" twice, then tentatively asked, "So can you do magic or celestial arts?"

Jiang Yan innocently replied, "I can\'t do anything."

Nan Yan persisted and asked again, "Then can you grant my wishes? Like never having to go to work again..."

Jiang Yan didn\'t even look up: "No."

Nan Yan gave up, straightening up and coolly criticizing the grass eating his dinner: "Little vase."

Jiang Yan glanced at him this time.

That glance scared away Nan Yan\'s courage again, and he quickly added, "Then are you a little demon who can curse by drawing circles?"

Jiang Yan formally answered him: "I can breathe, eat, and sleep. I can\'t do anything else."

Nan Yan straightened up again, his tone returning to calm: "Oh, quite the temper."

...

All in all, it seemed that Nan Yan had been living too arrogantly, and heaven had bestowed upon him a little grass that couldn\'t do anything but needed to eat.

If it were someone else, Nan Yan wouldn\'t want to part with her; this was heaven\'s unique gift to him. Anyway, he had money, so he might as well keep her.

Oh, and Little Grass wouldn\'t let him call her Little Grass. She had a name, Jiang Yan.