She suddenly realized that even if the clothes were there, she could not exactly dress herself in rat form. She could only transform first and then grab them quickly, but if she failed to transform, she would just continue standing here looking stupid in front of three males with their backs turned.
This life was really hard.
She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut again.
Human form.
Human form.
Please work.
She concentrated until her tiny body shook.
Nothing happened.
She tried again.
Still nothing.
She tried one more time, and this time she pushed so hard that she almost sneezed.
Still nothing.
Feng Yiren's voice came from in front of her, filled with badly hidden laughter. "Did it work?"
"No," Lin Huahua said miserably.
"Should we stand like this all night?"
"Yes."
Feng Yiren's shoulders shook once.
Lin Huahua immediately pointed at his back even though he could not see it. "Do not laugh."
"I am not laughing."
"You are."
"I am suffering."
