That night, Huanhuan finally saw Little Brat.
In the pot, the twin fruit had already absorbed all the blood. The originally fair fruit skin was now suffused with a faint red luster, like the delicate skin of a baby.
It struggled out of the pot and stretched its limbs. "I'm finally awake!"
Huanhuan picked it up and stared at it with wide eyes. "Are you really Little Brat?"
"What did you call me? You should call me 'Daddy'!"
Huanhuan poked its round white belly and smiled evilly. "You're not like a father now. You're more like my son."
Little Brat said angrily, "How dare you poke my stomach? How rude!"
Huanhuan leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're really cute like this!"
Little Brat immediately blushed, and his tone became even more exasperated. "You're even teasing your father. You're crazy!"
After Huanhuan smiled, she hugged it and sighed in satisfaction. "You're finally back."
