When Bai Zhun stood up, what he saw was Ajiu's pair of sparkling eyes.
Following that, his young lady stretched out her hands and hugged his waist. Her small face rubbed against his chest. She did not look like a cat, but like a small tiger.
Because a cat rubbing against someone would definitely not be like her. That small head was still in his arms, bobbing up and down, mumbling something.
"Little Brother is good in everything, but he is too slow. Wuli Buddha is going to jump up and down when he meets such a slow person."
Bai Zhun raised his eyebrows when he heard that. Seeing her nagging in his arms, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. He reached out and pinched her face. "Why do you always cling to me? Don't you want to eat big buns?"
