But the azure ocean, the golden sand, and the jet skis and surfboards... these things have already firmly captured the cubs' attention.

The cubs, oblivious to their own coughing, ran off to even more distant places.

My second brother followed behind, his legs weak and his face pale, looking just like someone who was carsick or seasick.

As the cub walked toward the novelties, it kept looking back to make sure its second brother wouldn't fall, but it ended up bumping into someone first.

Only then did the cub notice that there were many people gathered together, with a bonfire burning nearby. They strolled through the natural scenery, dressed in gorgeous formal attire, clinking glasses, chatting and laughing.

The cub couldn't help but rub its eyes, looking somewhat puzzled.

It wasn't here just now...

Qianyuan didn't join the crowd. He simply walked behind a woman in a pretty dress and looked enviously at the small cake in her hand.

The older sister noticed the tiny cub crouching next to her, and, equally charmed by its cuteness, bent down: "Oh my, whose little cutie are you? I haven't seen your parents!"

Seeing that Qianyuan didn't answer, she assumed the cub was shy and couldn't resist continuing to tempt her with the cake in her hand, so she could pinch this cute little baby who had suddenly appeared.

"Sweetie, do you want some cake? I'll give you some, okay?"

The cub didn't go to take it because his sister only had one piece of cake, and if he ate it, his sister wouldn't have any left.

Although those little cakes looked really expensive and beautiful, and tasted much better than simple, rough cupcakes.

Qianyuan is a child who is always sincere.

But before Qianyuan could answer, her second brother grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms by the back of her neck.

This was the first time the cub had been held by his second brother. He shivered from the coldness of his brother's body. If his father's temperature was just a little low, like a stone statue, it would warm up if he was kept warm for a long time. But his second brother was coldness emanating from his very bones.

But his second brother held him very, very tightly, displaying an unusually strong possessiveness and desire to control.

"You're my brother, are you going to take the cake from someone else's hand?"

The cub didn't speak, but buried its head in its second brother's arms, as if it was frightened.

The second brother also fell silent, feeling the soft warmth in his arms; he hadn't felt such a hug in a long time.

Those who saw him were about to scream and run away as if they had seen a ghost, but before they could even open their mouths, they turned into a pool of blood and sank into the sea and sand.

The second brother felt that his end was near, after all, he had treated the cub so roughly and threatened him. Perhaps in the next second, he too could be freed from this island from which he could not leave...

But he and the cub remained locked in a stalemate for a long time. The cub simply reached out and touched his second brother's messy hair.

In the cub's eyes, the second brother was nothing more than a gloomy, socially awkward mushroom who didn't seem like a living person.

So he understood that the big mushroom didn't even know how to hold a cub, and besides, it was cold to hold one.

The cub gently touched the cap of the shady mushroom, wondering if it could be turned into a sun mushroom.

The kind that can emit tiny suns.

What the cub sees as the mushroom cap is actually the second brother's bangs.

When the cub accidentally lifted the second brother's hair, the second brother was in pain like a vampire facing the sun, but the cub could still see his original good looks from the second brother's furrowed brows.

So he tied his second brother's hair into a topknot so that the mushroom could get more sun.

The second brother frantically tried to pull the tuft of hair off his head for the first time, but little did he know that the cub had taken the opportunity to escape again.

He could only keep chasing.

The cub ran until it reached the magnificent golden castle on the cliff, at which point it had nowhere left to retreat.

The cub didn't know if the dark mushroom version of his second brother would be angry with him or bite his butt, so the cub could only look at his second brother pitifully, trying to coax him into not being so dark.

"Second brother, don't get angry, don't explode."

The second brother fell silent for a while. He was neither angry nor resentful, but this was the only emotion that appeared at the moment, apart from his deep resentment.

have no choice.

Especially when faced with those misty eyes, he couldn't say a word.

Those eyes were very clean and clear.

There was no flattery, no greed, and no desire for extravagance.

He hadn't seen such a pure soul, or a heart willing to approach him, in a long time.

After thinking for a moment, the second brother actually took the initiative to pull the cub up and walk towards the castle behind them.

He acted as if he knew the place inside like the back of his hand, as if every brick and every inch of the high wall inside was designed by him and customized according to his preferences.

He chose this deserted island because he lacked inspiration, and was able to build skyscrapers from scratch; he hated the sound of scattered footsteps, so all his servants had to keep their footsteps below 20 decibels; he controlled every single creature that appeared on the island; sometimes he would have a paranoid outburst and want to push the limits, and then immediately set sail for a deep dive...

The world is in his hands; he is the king here.

Now, his world unfolds before the cub, overwhelming him with a massive and magnificent amount of information. The silly child is still busy looking at the murals on the ceiling, unaware that he is the first distinguished guest formally invited into this castle within the instance.

This scene, which resembled something out of a TV drama, completely shocked the cub. He stood there with his face in his hands and his mouth agape for a long time before turning to look at his second brother.

The cub's naive and innocent demeanor finally gave the second brother a taste of childish joy. Because of money and power, he had always been an emperor who controlled everything for others, and his threshold for happiness had been infinitely high. But now, he found the cub's little reaction so adorable.

Seeing his expression, the second brother held back for a long time before managing not to pinch his cheek. Instead, he casually picked up the bell and shook it.

The atmosphere of the entire instance seemed to change.

Many traces of cubs appeared out of nowhere in the castle. The baby bottles, toys, picture books, and blankets left at home were all replicated in the castle. Even the cubs' paintings were framed on the wall by the second brother.

It's clear that the second brother has truly accepted the cubs; otherwise, he would never have accepted these abstract children's drawings.

The cub's status immediately transformed into that of the castle's second master.

An elegant butler suddenly appeared out of nowhere, kneeling on one knee beside the cub: "Young Miss... no, Young Master, what do you need? I will do my best to fulfill your request."

The cub was a little uncomfortable with this and hid behind its second brother. The second brother looked at the cub, who was almost burrowing into his arms, and sighed again.

He has sighed more in the last few days than he has in the last few years.

This is probably the hardship of raising children.

The second brother rang the bell again, and the butler pushed over a cake tower made of small cakes.

The second brother casually said, "Here, have some."

The cubs were like little mice that had fallen into a granary, overwhelmed and bewildered by the cake.