Little Nuomi pouted her little mouth, seemingly hesitant.
Mu Shaoxi let go of her, raised his hand, and patted her head, "Lightning is yours."
In keeping with the give-and-take, Little Nuomi stretched out the drone's remote control, "Here, for you."
"Shaoxi doesn't know how to play."
Little Nuomi patted her little chest, "Little Nuomi will teach you!"
"Your name is Little Nuomi?"
"Yeah!"
"Hehe, I am Mu Shaoxi."
The two little ones put their heads together, Little Nuomi's tiny paws working the controller, as the drone circling in the air began to lower its altitude.
Suddenly, it flew in front of Mu Shaoxi.
Mu Shaoxi's face lit up with surprise, "Wow, that's awesome!"
Little Nuomi hummed proudly, "There's even cooler stuff!"
Tired from playing, Mu Shaoxi ran over, hugged Mu Jingxi's leg, stretched out his index finger, and poked his other leg that was in a cast, "Little uncle, what's this?"
"Cast."
"What's it for?"
