Daisy looked at him and suddenly smiled.
Little Jasper had been with her for days and seeing this woman smile so beautifully made him feel something was amiss.
Indeed—
"You're so concerned about me, are you secretly in love with me?"
"You!!" Little Jasper's fair cheeks instantly turned as red as a tomato, "Don't spout nonsense!"
Daisy saw him blushing and smiled even more unabashedly, reaching out to poke the rosy cheeks of Little Jasper, teasingly saying, "Oh, blushing? Did I hit the nail on the head?"
A three-year-old human child has no knowledge of the treacherous hearts of adults and was rendered speechless by Daisy's teasing; after stammering "you" for a long time, he still hadn't made sense, looking at Daisy's smiling face with eyes reddened in grievance.
"Hey, don't cry," Daisy sighed and reached out to pick up Little Jasper, "I didn't mean it, I'll apologize to you, okay?"
Little Jasper turned his head away, "I don't like you!"
