"Hiss..." Paris Arden-Nicholson never expected the well-behaved little girl to bite him, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly, caught off-guard by the bite, pulling his hand away.
Enna Clark was also startled and immediately pulled the little bun away, "Gigi, let go!"
The little girl was sternly stopped by her mummy and released her bite sheepishly. Looking like a child who did something wrong, she clutched her right hand with her left, mumbling a soft explanation, "I just wanted to stamp it, Brubby said you have to mark your own belongings, otherwise, others might think no one wants them. I don't want people to think Brother Harold is unwanted."
The bite still lingered in pain on Paris Arden-Nicholson's left hand as he heard the little girl's soft and cottony apology and froze for a moment.
Except for the last part about Brother Harold which he didn't understand, he actually got the rest.
Afraid that he was unwanted?
