As various branches piled into a small mountain, Cheng Xiaoxiao tidied up the site and clumsily struck the fire starter against some dry leaves, but initially, the sparks touched only a few leaves with no sign of catching fire.
She had no choice but to grab a lot of dry leaves and pile them up, digging a hole inside, blowing and blowing against it with her little bear's short snout, finally igniting the sparks.
But before Cheng Xiaoxiao could celebrate for three seconds, the dry leaves burned too fiercely, the flames suddenly surged up, scorching a patch of fur on her forehead.
A morose Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say.
Sorry! Little Bear, didn't expect to occupy your body and even cause you disfigurement, really sorry.
System: "Host, can you not use that schadenfreude tone and say such sincere words? It's too jarring!"
[What do you know? It's not my fault, who let the little bear feel so starved not eating, I'm just trying to fill its belly.]
