Maxwell Peary: !!!
His furrowed brows quickly smoothed out. The words from little Bunny... left him simply feeling comforted, and fireworks began to go off in his heart. It feels like I'm being teased by my wife. I'm so happy.
Unfortunately, on his persistently icy face, not a trace of change could be seen; his expression remained as stoic as ever.
"Eating snacks at night isn't good for you, and eating while lying prone is even worse."
And the main point is, you were actually lying on our bed eating.
"I'll change!"
The bunny immediately raised a tiny paw, solemnly vowing.
Seeing her cute display, Maxwell Peary's expression softened slightly, though it was barely perceptible without close observation.
"Finish your milk."
He handed her the glass of milk, its warmth transferring from the glass to her hand.
Nia Mitchell took the glass and noticed potato chip crumbs still on her hand.
"I'll go wash my hands."
