"Wuwuwu, Qiuqiu has eyes, eyes!"
Qiao Mu was perplexed as she observed the little treant lying on the ground, playing tricks. She exasperatedly glanced at it. "The ground is so cold. Don't you feel uncomfortable rolling around?"
"Qiuqiu doesn't feel uncomfortable. Qiuqiu only feels ouch all over, and it's so uncomfortable everywhere." The little treant wailed as it rolled around Qiao Mu's feet.
Qiao Mu looked down at it helplessly. "Get up first, let me think of a solution."
"Master, you really have a way to deal with this eye on my body!" Qiuqiu sat up, looking at its Little Master hopefully.
For some reason, whenever Master indicated knowledge about something, the little treant believed that its Little Master surely possessed the ability to handle it.
The sapling Qiuqiu blindly trusted its little Masta!
Qiao Mu waved at her, deciding to sit down on a stone bench under the peach tree.
