Qiao Yi looked at George with disdain: "Little Xiahua, Little Xiahua, all you think about is Little Xiahua all day! Hmph!"
George rolled his eyes at her: "And you're all about McDull, McDull, all day long!"
Qiao Yi ignored him.
She opened her arms and hugged the round and soft McDull tightly.
McDull was already accustomed to being used as a pillow by his sister. Initially, he found her small and let her hug him, but gradually it became a habit. No matter when or how Qiao Yi hugged him, he felt it was only natural and didn't resist or struggle. Sometimes he would even put a little hand on her and hug her back.
Just like now, sunlight poured through the window onto the three little ones, who lay on the terrace looking out at the beautiful scenery. George rested his chin on his hands, hoping to catch a glimpse of Little Xiahua, while Qiao Yi lay horizontally in McDull's arms, playing with his double chin. McDull also had his arm around Qiao Yi, lightly patting her shoulder.
