Ming Mei asked Ou Yinghan, "Is she hungry?"
Ou Yinghan nodded, "Maybe?"
Ming Mei turned and said, "Xizeer, bring your little sister over."
Xizeer decisively said this time, "No."
He had a shadow in his heart about these soft creatures; they felt limp without much flesh, and holding them made him feel like he might crush them, which was terrifying.
What he wanted to do now was wash his hands, no… maybe even take a bath.
Ming Mei urged, "Son, hurry up, hurry up… it's just a few steps."
Xizeer looked at the little one still crying, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, her pink little face scrunched up, looking extremely pitiful.
Xizeer was baffled, what did she have to be upset about?
He shook his head, telling himself that he just needed to take the little thing over, then he could immediately go take a bath.
Xizeer let out a long sigh, reached over and picked up Zhuzhu. The moment he held her, he genuinely felt his whole body stiffen.
