"What's the rush?"
Mo Yinhe stood up and quickly crossed the room, intending to steady Si Mingjing, whose body was swaying precariously.
Before he could touch her arm, her tall frame of 1.75 meters suddenly shrank into a Little Cutie.
Mo Yinhe accurately caught the soft little body, holding it close, his emotions churning like a stormy sea.
He stared at the little creature in his arms, his eyes instantly moistening, overwhelmed with an ineffable excitement.
This was his familiar baby!
He indeed hadn't mistaken her.
Baby had said this perfume was only for her, so Si Mingjing was definitely his baby—there was no doubt about it.
In her dragon form, she hadn't changed her appearance at all; she was the same familiar recipe, the same familiar adorable chibi dragon.
Especially the fine, light pink fuzz on her little belly; just a couple of scrapes from his index finger would make her squirm and roll with laughter in his arms.
