Meeting at a Narrow Path

Huang Xikong dismantled all the crab legs and set them aside. As he looked at Wanwan, tears welling up in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

"Isn't your dental health supposed to be quite good?" In theory, with Wanwan's spiritual protection, even if she had baby teeth, they would be the most formidable ones.

As Xia Zhihuai pried open Wanwan's mouth to inspect, a droplet of saliva escaped her lips, landing on Xia Zhihuai's fingertips.

Caught off guard, Wanwan, who was on the verge of tears, looked down at the glistening moisture on Xia Zhihuai's hand. Blinking, the whimpering tone gradually faded away.

Embarrassing indeed.

That wasn't her saliva.

It must have been the tears that escaped her eyes without permission.

Xia Zhihuai wiped off the saliva with a tissue, smiling reassuringly. "Your baby tooth hasn't fallen out, and there's no bleeding from the gums. Your dental health is quite robust."