Auntie, you can't always use cat names for nicknames.
Rejected.
Even Zongheng the world and galloping the Martial World, the Marquis Qin Wu, in front of the auntie who raised him single-handedly, had not a trace of authority.
On the contrary, Shaking Light seemed to rather like this name unrelated to destiny-based duties.
Murong Qiushui extended her hand, pulling the silver-haired girl into her embrace, resting her chin on top of Shaking Light's head, affectionately rubbing her silver hair, swaying back and forth while holding Shaking Light, who thus not knowing resistance, swayed along with Murong Qiushui.
Even Murong Qiushui was amused by such a docile appearance, laughed and said: "Come, come, Xiao Yu'er, what do you want to eat? Tell Auntie, and Auntie will make it for you today."
The silver-haired girl thought for a while and only said: "Steamed buns!"
