The sound startled Han Yingying, she hurriedly turned her head to look at them but didn't make a sound to stop them.
She believed her daughter was a little angel who wouldn't do anything to hurt Shen Weici.
The world of children, often purer and more beautiful than one could imagine.
Shen Weici was also taken aback as he stared at "Little Tail," who looked like a porcelain doll, unsure of what she was planning to do.
"Brother, if it hurts, blow on it, and the pain will go away," Shen Weilan blew forcefully at Shen Weici's little face and even added seriously after a few breaths.
"The pain will fly away, and brother won't hurt..."
The small puffs were warm and ticklish, making Shen Weici reflexively want to dodge.
But Shen Weilan stubbornly cradled his face, blowing earnestly as if she would not be satisfied until she had blown all his pain away.
