Chaochao: "What?!?"

She abruptly turned to look at the television, her expression one of shock: "How come I didn't see that? They don't even look alike!"

One has chubby big eyes, and the other has thin small eyes.

How could they be brothers? I can't tell at all.

Pei Yushen: "..."

Is it possible that the actors chosen by the production team are not related by blood?

The system felt it was time to correct Chaochao's misconceptions: "Baby, not all relatives look alike."

"But my brother said I look like poop."

The little dumpling gave examples, puzzled, and when she talked about how she looked like Huo Qin, she couldn't help but go off-topic slightly, proudly raising her chin.

At this moment, Pei Yushen spoke up: "Perhaps it's because they look like their mothers, but their mothers are not the same person."

After thinking about it seriously for three seconds, Chaochao nodded in agreement: "Brother Yushen, what you said makes sense."

You're good-looking, so I'll listen to you.

The system chewed on its handkerchief: "..."

Waaaaah, if it could transform into human form, it would definitely be incredibly handsome, outrageously beautiful, and devastatingly gorgeous!

Pei Yushen saw that the little dumpling's attention had been diverted as expected, and he breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious. His calm eyebrows were half-closed, and he continued to massage his calves with his fingertips.

However, the boy paused for a second, his expressionless face blank, before his gaze slowly shifted to the round head resting beside the bed. "..."

The little dumpling, who should have been watching the drama unfold, somehow drifted to the bedside. When Pei Yushen looked at her, the head that had been curiously staring at his calf tilted, and the child asked hesitantly in a childish voice, "Can I learn?"

Pei Yushen's eyelids twitched slightly. His intuition told him that he should look away immediately, but it seemed too late.

Chaochao's expectant eyes gradually dimmed, and she sighed, "Is it not allowed?"

Pei Yu closed his eyes tightly, suppressing all the urge to refuse that surged within him, and exhaled with a slightly trembling breath: "Okay."

He opened his eyes, his dark pupils regaining their usual calm and stillness. He taught her the most basic technique: "Slightly bend your thumb and forefinger here, and then..."

Chaochao, who was diligently studying, copied the gestures and practiced them in the air without any props. After that, she confidently took up her post without a license. However, after trying to apply what she had learned, she suddenly discovered a bug.

That's because her hands are too small; even when she stretches them out, they only cover about a quarter of her calf circumference.

Besides, children don't have enough strength to give a proper massage.

This was originally the reason Pei Yushen had planned to move out.

The system didn't know if Pei Yushen regretted it, because it couldn't tell. At this moment, the little dumpling was burying its head in its hands, "touching" his calves.

Pei Yushen's expression showed no abnormality, after all, he had no feeling in his legs, but if you looked closely, you could see his eyelashes trembling slightly from time to time, and his lips pursed straighter and straighter.

Watching the little dumpling straining to stretch its tiny hands, Pei Yushen's heart, which had been pounding with tension, gradually calmed down. He coughed softly, "You can make a fist and press it against that spot clockwise... just rotate it."

The little dumpling, choosing not to make things difficult for herself, took a breath and tried to demonstrate as Pei Yushen had instructed: "Like this?"

Just as Pei Yushen was about to respond to her, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

Xie Jingcheng held a bright pink strawberry milk carton in his hand. When he first saw the two people almost touching on the hospital bed, his gaze paused for a moment, and he simply said indifferently:

"Sorry to bother you, I knocked on the door."

It was probably drowned out by the sound of the television.

The moment Pei Yushen noticed someone entering the room, he awkwardly pulled a thin blanket over his bare calves.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Chaochao turned around and, upon seeing what Xie Jingcheng was holding, immediately loosened her little fist.

It's her beloved strawberry milk!!!

The little dumpling excitedly ran to the door: "Brother Jingcheng, is this for me to drink?"

Although she was 80-90% certain, Chaochao still asked a reserved question.

Instead of answering Xie Jingcheng's question, he handed the milk carton with the straw inserted to Chaochao.

The little dumpling happily hugged the milk and drank it several times. Xie Jingcheng's slightly narrowed phoenix eyes swept over Pei Yushen, who was covered with a thin blanket on the bed, without making a sound. Sensing his gaze, the silent boy raised his eyes and glanced over coldly.

What are you looking at?

Xie Jingcheng raised an eyebrow and indifferently looked away.

Just then, Pei Yushen's mother, Shu Han, knocked on the door and entered with a smile, carrying a vase: "You're all here, it's so lively."

Xie Jingcheng nodded slightly and stepped aside to make way for her.

Pei Yushen's leg massage was forced to stop. Chaochao, who was full of energy after drinking milk, eagerly raised her hand to help, but Xie Jingcheng still dragged her outside the door and ruthlessly revealed the reality, "With your strength, can you even scratch his itch?"

After landing, Chaochao was not convinced and put her hands on her hips at the door: "Then I am also the best at tickling."

Xie Jingcheng gave a nonchalant "hmm," took her hand, and walked towards the elevator, saying, "But it's getting late, we should go home."

On the way back, Xie Jingcheng turned his head to look at the little dumpling lying by the window enjoying the breeze. The driver even slowed down the car because he was worried that the wind was too strong. "I heard from Huo... I heard from your father that you have seen the first generation of Whale Wave robots?"

"What Crystal Blue?" Chaochao sat back down, blinked at Xie Jingcheng in confusion, then suddenly remembered that it was Xiaojing's name, and her eyes lit up. "Brother, are you talking about Xiaojing?"

Xie Jingcheng nodded, and Chaochao smiled as if talking about an old friend: "Yes, yes, Xiaojing is already my good friend. Except for not being able to eat together, we're great in every way!"

It's not that everything is good.

But since we've become good friends, some minor flaws are tolerable. For example, sometimes she's so clueless that she'd treat her like trash and sweep her away... Come to think of it, she actually misses being called "trash."

Xie Jingcheng wasn't surprised that Chaochao and the robot had formed a deep friendship in such a short time. He had also heard from the technical staff that when the little whale was sent back, it was found that it only identified the little dumpling as garbage after entering cleaning mode.

In a way, how can this not be considered a two-way journey?

Chaochao asked, "Is Little Whale doing well now?"

"Yes, don't worry."

Xie Jingcheng leaned over and rolled up the car window, leaving a small gap so the little one wouldn't get blinded by the wind. He smiled gently and said:

"I'll give you a surprise next time."