Leng Sichen walked straight into the house, and amid exclamations from a few people, he scooped Xia Yuxun out of the cupboard and sat her down on a wooden chair by the window.
Xia Yuxun struggled and bit as always, only now she lacked the strength from not having eaten for so long; biting his hand felt more like licking it.
With one hand, Leng Sichen wrapped around her waist to steady her on his lap, and with the other hand, he quickly opened the white plastic bag he'd brought, taking out a bowl of steaming rice porridge. She almost knocked it over without realizing it, but he managed to hold it steady in time.
Each time he dealt with Xia Yuxun, he had but one thought: why couldn't he grow a few more hands? Two hands simply weren't enough!
Xia Yuxun continued to thrash about wildly, and Leng Sichen didn't mind, letting her carry on with her childlike fussing and wailing without saying a word.
