Mù Qiānxún had just taken a bath, her whole body impossibly soft, and her fingers still carried a lingering warmth.
Little Nuan Nuan felt very comfortable and even stretched out her little tongue to lick her fingertips.
Mù Qiānxún rubbed her hand against Little Nuan Nuan's cheek; the little one immediately turned her head and tried to bite her hand.
Mù Qiānxún sighed helplessly, "You're starving yet still clinging to your dad; does your dad have milk for you?"
As she said this, she gently patted Ou Zun's shoulder. "She's hungry, give her to me."
Ou Zun released his hold, and Little Nuan Nuan was transferred to Mù Qiānxún's arms.
She was particularly attached to Ou Zun, even in Mù Qiānxún's embrace, as one chubby little hand still held onto a corner of Ou Zun's shirt.
Mù Qiānxún laughed in exasperation.
She turned around gently to feed Little Nuan Nuan first.
Ou Zun pursed his lips.
You've seen it before, do you have to turn around?
