"Little Nuomi is not ugly at all, come on, let Uncle take a look."
"Wuwu... Refusal!"
No matter how Mu Jingxi coaxed, Little Nuomi kept covering her head, refusing to let him look, crying miserably.
Mu Jingxi couldn't bear it and softly soothed her, "Okay, Uncle won't look. Little Nuomi, stop crying."
Lu Meng, who was laughing so hard she almost choked, finally managed to cough lightly and stop laughing, at last looking somewhat like a responsible aunt. "Little Nuomi, being ugly is only temporary. Once the scab from the wound falls off, it will be fine."
"Really?" The little one turned her head, pouting with aggrieved eyes.
"Of course, it's true, how could your aunt lie to you?" Lu Meng's serious expression indeed had some convincing power.
Alright.
Little Nuomi hesitantly put down her little paw and buried herself into Mu Jingxi's arms, speaking in a milky voice, "Uncle, you must not laugh at Little Nuomi."