"Moo—"

"I'm leaving now, you can drink."

After exclaiming, the little dumpling brushed the grass off its legs, slowly stood up, and walked towards its home.

As she passed by the sheepfold, she spotted Ben Yangyang, whom she had parted ways with the previous evening, among the flock of sheep.

It is quite unique and easy to recognize.

As soon as the herdsman saw the little baby standing by the sheepfold, he immediately recognized him as the child who had been kidnapped by the sheep yesterday. In no time, he came over with the sheep.

Come to apologize.

The herdsman put a rope around the lamb's neck, handed it to the victim's child, and said a few words with a smile, meaning that she could take it and play with it.

Ben Yangyang was thus brought over as an apology for the second time.

Even though Chaochao was really just passing by to take a look.

At that moment, she stared intently at the fluffy sheep's back, "Ben Yangyang, you look so different today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a classic quote from Hong Mou-xian popped up in the system's main program, complete with audio: "..."

The sheep's back, which was originally covered with thick wool, had a patch shaved off in the middle, leaving only a short layer of wool covering its spine.

The sheep with its new look: "Baa~ Baa~~"

Chaochao stared at the heart pattern on its back and said in a serious tone, "I know, you must be thinking of saying that you love me very much, right?"

Its big, dark eyes looked at Chaochao. Before the sheep could even bleat, the little dumpling squatted down and hugged it, rubbing its face against Chaochao's: "I like you very much, little sheep!"

The little lamb, who was being forcibly hugged, tried to turn its head away from Chaochao's forceful advances, but the next second Chaochao turned its head back and pressed it against her again, letting out a soft bleat: "Baa~"

Let the little dumpling do whatever she wants.

Changchang, whose home was near the sheepfold, watched in stunned silence as the innocent lamb that had been forcibly taken from him finally succumbed to the little bully's kisses and pats: "..."

Is this even possible?

A local bully, who had forced women into prostitution, noticed Changchang standing to the side and immediately waved happily, "Changchang, come here!"

Changchang walked over in a daze, and then heard Chaochao ask, "Do you want to pet the lamb too?"

Changchang, who had inexplicably walked up to the lamb, suddenly snapped out of his daze. He hurriedly waved his little hand in refusal, saying, "No, no need..."

My mom said on the phone yesterday that, apart from doing tasks, I shouldn't get close to or touch the lambs because they smell like lambs.

He looked at Chaochao and Xiaobaiyang's intimate and affectionate way with a puzzled expression. Was there really something going on?

"Why?" Chaochao stroked the curly wool on the lamb's neck and tilted her head to look at him.

Little Changchang stammered, "Didn't you smell anything?" He still couldn't bring himself to ask the question. Seeing the lamb's clear, bright black eyes quietly watching him, Changchang asked, almost as if possessed, "Then, will the lamb... will it be willing?"

Under Chaochao's eager gaze, Ben Yangyang bleated.

Chaochao nodded vigorously: "Of course it's willing!"

"Come on, Brother Changchang, just put your hand on here."

Changchang actually still held a sense of awe for this flamboyant and unconventional little lamb, as its arrogant behavior yesterday was still fresh in her mind. However, encouraged by her younger sister Chaochao, Changchang mustered up the courage to reach out and place her hand on the lamb's head.

It's soft and fluffy, even more comfortable to the touch than the plush toys at home.

This was the first time Changchang had ever officially petted a lamb.

This experience is amazing...

Dad is cooking, so Mom probably won't be watching the live stream at this time, right?

Changchang, who had only intended to touch him briefly, couldn't resist touching him for several more seconds. Finally, he reluctantly let go, and his fair face revealed an excitement and joy that he himself didn't realize.

Chaochao glanced at his face several times, then pushed the little lamb towards Changchang's hand: "Brother Changchang, do you want the little lamb to carry you around? The little lamb agrees!"

Running Sheep: "Baa~~"

Carry him... to play? Just like yesterday when I carried Chaochao to heaven?

When Changchang realized what was happening, she took a step back in fright. This time, she truly didn't want it anymore.

He's not like Chaochao's sister; he really couldn't do that.

Seeing that Changchang really didn't want to, Chaochao didn't force him, only sighing slightly with regret. After all, she was the only one who had ever experienced riding a lamb, and it felt rather lonely without anyone to share it with.

With one hand in her pocket and the other leading a sheep, the little girl continued her journey home, knowing her brother would come to catch her again if she didn't get back soon.

Changchang squatted by the sheepfold for a long time. When she stood up, a determined look flashed in her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked towards the herdsman uncle who was in charge of the sheep.

Chaochao didn't know what her brother Changchang did after she left, but she witnessed the chaotic scene of her brother and Uncle Tengyi learning to make pies. The little dumpling stood at the door in shock, holding the little sheep, her little foot hesitant to step across the line.

She hesitated, wondering if now was the right time to go in.

"Ah, little Chaochao is back!"

Leo, who was standing among the adults, spotted Chaochao at the door. His little face was covered in white flour, making him look like a little kitten from a distance.

Jiang Chi turned around at the sound and saw that the little dumpling who had been wandering outside had finally returned. He breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion. His fingers were still covered in batter, but his expression remained calm and composed, his peach blossom eyes slightly upturned: "Aren't you coming in?"

A young man's languid voice drifted over, and Chaochao sighed resignedly, tied the rope to the entrance of the yurt, and bid a heavy farewell: "Little Sheep, take care of yourself out there, I'm off."

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