"Cooper, why are you here so early today?"
At that moment, Melissa Greenwood had just returned from outside, she glanced at Little May nonchalantly, "Is your butt hurting again?"
"What's going on?" Cooper Coldson frowned, "Did you hit her?"
"How could I?" Melissa laughed helplessly, "She had a severe fever this morning, there was no choice, I had to give her a shot in the butt, she's been complaining about pain all day."
She warned Little May with a stern look, "Don't bother Uncle Coldson."
"Oh." Little May hung her head dejectedly, obediently laying on the bed, looking pitiful.
Cooper gently stroked the little one's head, "It's okay, just endure it, it will stop hurting tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Coldson." Little May didn't dare to speak recklessly, staying obediently positioned.
Melissa tenderly fed the little one, "Be good, eat more, so you can recover."
Little May was very well-behaved, eating eagerly, apparently feeling much better.