Sure, here is the translated text:
Index finger twitching?
Does it make sense for an index finger to twitch!
Cleo and the crow on his shoulder shuddered simultaneously, then that poor bird tilted its head and looked at Motan for several seconds, and immediately let out a piercing 'caw', darted towards the opposite window like lightning, then smacked into the glass with a thud, slid down limply like a cross, fluttered twice on the ground, and then lay still.
"Hmm..."
Motan rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, then turned his head and winked at Cleo, who had a blank look on his face: "Commendable courage for martyrdom? Your bird has quite the spine."
Cleo gritted his teeth, then directed his gaze towards Wei Yang, who was humming a tune and sweeping the floor, and said word by word: "The window was cleaned too well, No. 3 thought there was no glass."
"Blame me, eh?"
