Nan Sichen watched him biting his finger, slightly parting his thin lips, his voice cold and low, "Don't bite your fingers."
Nianzhi hurriedly took his finger out of his mouth.
Then he shrank into the seat, asking in a trembling voice, "Uncle, you wouldn't want to chop off my finger, would you? Actually, this finger doesn't taste that good."
Nan Sichen: "..."
Si Wan, sitting next to them, wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Nan Sichen gave her a slight glance, and she immediately stifled her smile, turning to Nianzhi and saying, "Oh Nianzhi, Uncle is a good man, a really good man, he wouldn't chop off your finger."
"Really? Uncle." Little Nianzhi still dared not look at Nan Sichen, just lowered his head and asked softly.
"Mm." Nan Sichen replied with a single word.
Nianzhi felt like he was about to turn into a snowman, so he looked pitiably at Si Wan and said, "Sister Si Wan, can you, can you hold Nianzhi? Nianzhi feels so cold."
