Why does this fabric seem like it's come to life?
This fabric even resists my handling, and last night, I dreamed that this fabric became a spirit and was chasing me.
For little Ximo, as soon as she heard that there might be other women in her uncle's embrace in the future, she panicked completely.
Tiny as she was, clutching a chicken leg, she scrambled up and clung desperately to Yuchi's neck, anxiously shouting:
"I don't want that."
"Uncle is mine."
"No one can take him away!"
Yuchi rolled his eyes at Xun Xian, "Miss Xun, ancestor, can't we stop fueling the fire?"
Xun Xian wouldn't stop. Seeing little Ximo's anxious look, she grew even more enthusiastic, adding:
"I really can't help it. This kind of thing can't be certain, you know?"
"Well, little Ximo."
"If other women really do snatch your uncle, what will you do then?"
What will you do?
What to do? The whole family looked curiously at little Ximo after hearing Xun Xian's question.
