424 little Kyle

Faced with such a situation, Olivia Taylor felt a bit helpless.

She looked at the little one in her arms, rubbing their head against her body.

Olivia could smell the scent emitted from the little friend's body, a special scent mixed with the smell of milk, stimulating her sense of smell.

It's not that she was repulsed, but rather, she found it fresh and interesting.

She had never experienced such a thing before.

However, she felt it necessary to correct the little one's mistake of calling her "mum".

It would be strange for someone else's child to call her "mum".

Olivia gently separated the little one embracing her, and said softly, "Did you just wake up? You must have mistaken me for someone else; I'm not your mother."

She tried to sound as gentle and calm as possible.

Unexpectedly, the little one didn't seem pleased.

"You are my mother. From your appearance to your scent, you are my mother."

Scent?

This description sounded like a puppy.