Facing Ye Zhiyu's gentleness, under normal circumstances, Ji Xifan would have already come over and acted like a spoiled child, but now, the little milk pudding was unmoved and even a bit reluctant.

Ye Zhiyu had no intention of getting angry. Instead, she felt that he was cute.

Ji Xifan always had a sense of maturity beyond his age. He was so sensible that she always felt distressed and blamed herself. Now, he could be like an ordinary child, showing ...