"The little master's eyes are really beautiful, just like Miss Wen's, so special," Qing Yi said, looking at the little one's glassy eyes with a deep gray pupil line.
It's just that none of them seem to have inherited their parents' features.
The father, mother, and son all have different eyes.
"The eyes are as big as Miss Wen's, the mouth, nose, and skin are all like Miss Wen's, round and small, fair and tender, just as lovely and beautiful." Qing Yi adored this little master who was as cute as a doll.
Ever since Xiaoguai and Xiaobai appeared, Qing Yi liked these soft, adorable little ones, and surely liked the real one even more.
"Speak softly, don't scare the little master." Qing Yi reminded the overly excited Bai Yi.
Bai Yi quickly pursed his lips.
After waking up, the little one was particularly spirited, smiling happily at everyone, full of energy, waving his little hands and feet vigorously in Jun Moyan's arms, hitting Jun Moyan's chin and face several times.
