The little fellow leaped off him with her hinds legs, wanting to leave.
Yet Duan Yue grabbed her tubby little body and got up with a smile. "You have quite the temper! Fine, fine, fine, let's go home."
"Let me feel whether you have finished digesting."
Qiao Mu bristled in anger, and she swatted away his fingers that were reaching for her belly.
"Eh, why aren't you letting me touch you? Speaking of which, you keep sticking to my mom. Could it be… you're male?" Duan Yue had a strange train of thought. He looked down at the little fellow and wanted to flip her body over. "Let me see."
See my *ss!
Qiao Mu was so livid that she was hovering between life and death. She barked at him shrilly.
Duan Yue couldn't resist chuckling. "So you're embarrassed. Fine, fine, I won't look then. Don't scratch. If you keep scratching, I really will beat you up!
"Say, why do you have such a temper when you are so small?
