Wanwan leaned against the door frame, her cheeks puffed up, her eyes spinning as she looked at him and then glanced at the wall. She firmly refused, “No!”
“You can paste yourself on the wall,” Wanwan said.
Xia Zhihuai walked to the doorway and lifted her up, playfully pressing her against the wall, teasing her, “Look, you match this white wall so well. If we paste you on it, you’ll become a lucky charm for the house.”
Wanwan kicked her short legs, “No, I’m not a lucky charm.”
“I can’t paste myself on the wall because I’m too tall, but it’s different for you. With your small size, it’s easy to paste you on the wall,” Xia Zhihuai said, looking at her skeptically.
Wanwan looked at him suspiciously, “Don’t lie to me. I know that paste and glue won’t stick me to the wall!”
“In such a big world, how can you be sure that there isn’t a glue that can stick you to the wall?” Xia Zhihuai calmly looked at her.
Wanwan snorted lightly, “I just know.”