Too Well-Behaved, Too Soft, Too Wanting to Be Held

Grandpa’s ears had a small black circle behind them, just like Milky Dumpling’s Dad’s ears before, and it was completely closed now.

Grandpa also was attracted by something.

The Milky Dumpling pursed her rosy little lips.

“Grandpa, do you often have nightmares?”

Grandpa Huo, who had been having nightmares for years: “…”

Grandma Huo, the only one in the family who knew this secret: “…”

Wang Yuling, sitting next to Huo Chenhui, frowned and complained, "What's going on? She's only three and a half years old, and she already wants to play doctor and treat Grandpa?"

Huo Chenhui glanced at his wife, pursed his lips, didn't say anything, but his gaze fell on the Milky Dumpling.

Perhaps because he also had a daughter, he didn't show it on his face when he saw the Milky Dumpling, but his heart was very soft. He even wanted to hug her.