The little packrat's thoughts were like a child's thoughts. She frowned and tilted her head. "Then why did she do this? Why did she suddenly not like you? Did she want you to smell the incense and faint?"
Bun saw that the two of them were discussing seriously and smiled coldly. "Don't compare with me and Sweetcake. We're different from you guys."
He could use his life to protect Sweetcake!
Not only Sweetcake, but he also had to protect his younger siblings in his mother's womb.
After all, he was their brother!
After Bun finished speaking, he moved his hand again and put on Little Sweetcake's woolen vest that she had just torn off because it was too hot. "Put it on properly. If you don't, Mother and Father will feel sorry for you when we head back and they see your red face from the cold."
The little packrat also obediently asked him to help her put on the waistcoat, adjust her hat, and cover her little ears.
