Zhi'er finally agreed to lift her precious little bottom.
The little one has a clear sense of right and wrong, even if she didn't like Bai Xuanmo's original ferocity.
But she still turned around, stretched out her small hands, and grabbed his arm, trying to help pull him up.
However, just as Bai Xuanmo sat up, Zhi'er fell back down on her bottom.
The siblings looked at each other and found that their sitting postures were quite similar.
Zhi'er couldn't help but giggle.
"Fierce brother, you look so funny!"
Bai Xuanmo snorted, "You are also quite funny, like a duckling that fell over."
Zhi'er crossed her small arms and puffed up her pink little face, "I'm not a duckling!"
In the end, Bai Xuanmo stood up and pulled the little one up, brushing off the dust from both of them.
Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes, her little face looking very well-behaved and cute.
