Niuwa has become much livelier lately, and his favorite thing to do every day is to be hugged by Sister Lin.
He also likes hugs from Principal Mother, but he fears that he might tire her, so he asks for hugs less often.
Today the little fellow is wearing a military green outfit, tilting his soft, white little face upward, looking like a small dumpling with one corner peeled open.
Lin Nianhe was charmed, she gently tutted and lifted him up, kneading his little face and said, "Little bastard, now you're even making demands, huh?"
Niuwa didn't argue and just giggled in her embrace.
After his laughter subsided, he pulled Lin Nianhe's hand, took a pine nut from his pocket and placed it in her palm, "I went picking with Erwang at noon, hehe."
Lin Nianhe's heart nearly melted.
Looking at Niuwa, thousands of thoughts like "What kind of divine little treasure is this?" floated through her mind.
Seeing her not speaking, Niuwa looked down and rummaged through his pockets.
