“Hungry…” The hair on the little thing's head swayed with her, looking silly but adorable. Her cheeks were sticking and he wasn't sure what she was biting on, but the way she stared at himself didn't look like she was hungry.

—— More like she wanted to eat him.

Duan Jinyan narrowed his eyes and saw the lollipop the little girl was biting hard on, and he stretched a hand out, about to grab it, “Spit it out.”

Ye Sang shook her head and covered her mouth: “No no.”

Wuwuwu.

She's going to starve to death!

Duan Jinyan poked the strand of hair standing up on top of her head and curved up his beautiful eyes. His clear but lazy tone raised slightly, sounding dangerous, “Spit it out.”

Children around her age are changing teeth and they shove all sorts of things into their mouths.

Ye Sang widened her mouth into a small “O” shape and obediently spit the lollipop out.

Duan Jinyan threw the lollipop into the rubbish bin without hesitation under the little thing's unwilling gaze.

Ye Sang watched the arc of the lollipop flying into the bin and stared for a long time.

After a while — perhaps her heart had died — she spoke gloomily, “Brodda…”

“Mhm?” The boy looked back at her with a smile.

Ye Sang pouted and clung onto his thighs tightly, the hair on top of her head swayed too. Her eyes were teary as she accused in grievance: “Y-You threw my candy away.”

Duan Jinyan wanted to push her off him but the girl's grip was too tight. Obviously, it wasn't her first time clinging onto someone's legs.

She was clearly skilled with it.

The boy looked down and his long lashes fluttered like b.u.t.terflies. He squatted down and pinched the little thing's chubby cheeks, making her pout.

“What do you mean by your candy?”

Duan Jinyan made eye contact with the little thing's unbelievable eyes and SAW her duck lips from the pout, and he couldn't help but laugh lightly, “It's fine.”

The little girl looked like a little steamed bun.

She wore a white dress, making her look like a china doll carved from white jade.

With her cute little expressions, even Duan Jinyan wasn't able to control his facial expressions.

“L-Let go of me. Wu…” The little thing pouted in astonishment but Duan Jinyan poked her cheeks back.

How rude!

The little thing's cat eyes became teary and climbed up from the ground in grievance, looking for her brother, “Brodda, wuuuu I wan brodda…”

“… Pffff.”

He can't do this anymore.

This kid is just too funny.

Ye Sang was probably the only child who could show what being silly and adorable meant in such a thorough way.

“Little sister, which brother do you want?” The boy dragged on his voice and pressed the little thing in his arms when she was ready to run away. His eyes curved prettily and tilted her face up with a finger, smiling lightly, “If you count everyone here, I'm your brother too.”

The little thing looked like she was going to cry in the next second and mischief flashed across Duan Jinyan's eyes. He pulled a smile and sounded lazy as usual, “If you don't listen I'll sell you to a child trafficker.”

…. C-Child trafficker?

The little thing was shocked.

She pointed to herself and looked up, sobbing blankly, “Are y-you selling Sangsang?”

The boy held back in his laughter and watched Ye Sang leaning in carefully with a shocked expression. He looked down and spoke with a voice sounding like a little hook alluring her in; the little thing lowered her head shyly again.

Then, he whispered:

“I'm not telling you.”