Mrs. Ding couldn't speak, she could only squat down, watching her walk over to her side, naturally snuggle into her arms, grinning to reveal two newly replaced little rabbit teeth, and cheerfully say, "Auntie, you have the smell of mommy on you~"
"..." Mrs. Ding was stunned there, her whole body stiff, not even daring to touch the little girl, her nostrils filled with the faint milky fragrance from the little girl.
"Mommy, why aren't you talking?"
The little girl blinked her bright black eyes, cutely looking at her, her small hand involuntarily caressing her slightly cool cheek, tracing her lips, her nose, her eyes, her brows, her ears, her long black hair…
Throughout the entire process, it was quiet.
Mrs. Ding didn't interrupt her.
Didn't even blink once.
Vaguely, Mrs. Ding had a peculiar feeling, as if she had been touched like this by a little girl before, especially at night when coaxing her to sleep, she always liked to mischievously draw on her face…
