The little one's body was especially pliable, with warm and soft arms hugging her neck.
Zhou Junyi's heart turned to mush, and as she lowered her head, she collided with Little Nuomi's watery eyes—clear, pure.
They were filled with a child's innocence, crisp and clear, as transparent as crystal.
"Little Nuomi, you're such a good girl," she said.
Unable to resist, Zhou Junyi lowered her head and planted a kiss on her plump cheeks.
Mu Chongming, watching from the side, was dying with envy. He unconsciously rubbed his hands, itching to have a try, "Junyi, let me hold her too."
This was his biological granddaughter, as adorable as a sticky rice ball.
What a blessing that she was a girl!
"You'll have to ask Little Nuomi if she wants to," Zhou Junyi said, clearly not keen on letting go of her precious grandchild so soon.
