Leng Mohan looked at her cute and eager appearance and replied with a smile: "Xiao Hui doesn't like people touching him." However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by reality.
Xiao Hui walked to Luo Jiaojiao with light steps, and then carefully bumped Luo Jiaojiao's hand with his head. Xiao Hui's hair was as soft and smooth as Luo Jiaojiao imagined, and she couldn't help but reach out and stroke it.
This touch made Luo Jiaojiao unable to let go, and her face was filled with a satisfied smile.
Mu Bai watched this scene from the side and couldn't help but laugh or cry.
He clearly remembered that the last time he wanted to touch Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui bared his teeth at him, looked fierce, and did not allow him to touch him at all. But when Luo Jiaojiao asked, Xiao Hui took the initiative to come to her and let her touch him as much as she wanted, which made Mu Bai angry and amused.
He looked at Leng Mohan and teased, "I have fed it roasted chicken and roasted rabbit before, but it never let me touch it. It took the initiative when my sister-in-law said so. I really envy it."
Leng Mohan couldn't help laughing when he saw Mu Bai's helpless look. He knew that Xiao Hui had a special liking for Luo Jiaojiao. Perhaps it was because of her kindness and gentleness that Xiao Hui felt warm.
At this time, Xiao Hui seemed to be enjoying Luo Jiaojiao's touch. He closed his eyes slightly and snored softly, as if telling everyone that he was very comfortable.
This small interaction made everyone present feel warm and happy.
A hint of surprise flashed across Leng Mohan's eyes, but it was fleeting, as if he didn't want anyone to notice his emotional fluctuations.
Sometimes, Xiao Hui would not even let him touch him, but he was unusually close to Jiao Jiao. Luo Jiao Jiao noticed that the white hair on Xiao Hui's head had turned black because of her touch. She withdrew her hand in embarrassment, realizing that her hands were too dirty.
Xiao Hui did not feel Luo Jiaojiao's touch again. He raised his head and looked at Jiaojiao with clear and questioning eyes, as if asking her why she didn't continue to touch him.
Luo Jiaojiao raised her hand in front of Xiao Hui shyly and said softly, "I'm sorry, my hands are too dirty and I made your hair dirty."
Xiao Hui didn't seem to care. He licked her hand gently and then lay quietly at Luo Jiaojiao's feet. Luo Jiaojiao looked at Leng Mohan in confusion, hoping to get some explanation from him.
Leng Mohan looked at Luo Jiaojiao with a smile and said softly, "Xiao Hui likes you very much." His eyes revealed a warmth and kindness, as if telling Luo Jiaojiao that Xiao Hui's love for her was sincere and special.
Luo Jiaojiao was filled with joy. It turned out that Xiao Hui also liked her. She couldn't help but smile and said softly, "I like it, too." Leng Mohan looked at Luo Jiaojiao's cute appearance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said gently, "I'm glad you like it. I'll take you to the front to wash your hands, and then get some food. I'll roast a pheasant for you later."
When Luo Jiaojiao heard about roasted chicken, her eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly. She had never tasted roasted food because her adoptive mother had always forbidden her to eat it because she was worried that it was too hot.
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