"Oh my god, are you my Little Dumpling?? Am I really not dreaming?? I can open my eyes and see you! And see you so cute, and hear you call mom!" I grabbed Dumpling’s little hand in surprise, wrapping it in my palm, "Quick, bite ."
Little Dumpling suddenly gave a kiss on the cheek.
I was stunned, a brilliant firework exploded in my heart.
Just this loving peck made feel like I wouldn’t trade it for the finest thing in the world.
"Dumpling, I really love you to bits. How did your looks soar overnight? I can barely recognize you," I exclaid in excitent, hugging Dumpling and showering him with kisses.
Dumpling’s finger landed on my forehead, and suddenly a childish voice sounded in my mind, "Dumpling doesn’t know either~"
What in the world is this?
Could it be that Dumpling can’t speak, but... he mastered the skill of telepathy with his mom?
It’s actually possible, when he was in my belly.
We could communicate through telepathy, so there’s no reason we can’t now.
"You’re amazing." I hugged Dumpling tightly, regardless of the reason.
Finally, I could communicate with Dumpling; only Qing Li could understand Dumpling’s baby babble, which made , as his mom, a little jealous.
At this mont, Dumpling’s tender voice echoed in my mind again, "Mom, Grandma can understand because she speaks Serpent-tongue."
So... Little Dumpling wasn’t speaking ordinary baby babble...
But the kind of baby babble only snake babies speak??
I refuse to believe that snake language would be that aningless gibberish.
"So noisy, Su Wan. Can you let soone sleep?" Qing Li complained irritably, rubbing her temples, climbing off my stiff, blood-constricted leg, "You’re giving a headache."
But from her now-clear eyes, it seed that this nap had almost healed her body’s discomfort.
"Let get you a glass of water." I set Dumpling down, and as soon as I tried to stand, I cried out in pain, "Oh, my leg~"
"What happened to your leg?" Qing Li asked .
I bared my teeth, "Ugh~ it’s numb~"
"Let rub it for you." Qing Li reached out to rub it a few tis and then asked , "Did I use it as a pillow all night?"
"Yes." My throbbing leg was making curse internally, so I could only muster the energy to answer with one word.
Qing Li gave a look, "Playing the sympathy card?"
", playing the sympathy card?" I couldn’t help but laugh, "Big Sis, you clung to my leg and wouldn’t let go, so I let you use it as a pillow all night. Do I need to play the sympathy card with you?"
I had a lot on my mind, always on the verge of exploding.
This was my chance to vent.
Qing Li was dumbfounded, probably never seeing this temperantal before.
Feeling it was inappropriate, I shrank my head, got out of bed to fetch a bottle of mineral water for Qing Li, opened the cap, and handed it to her, "Mother-in-law, have so water."
"I’d rather die of thirst than drink your water," Qing Li snapped out of it, lay back down, and sulked under the covers.
I was utterly at a loss; Yu Longting had lost his sight and disappeared, Xiao Shenshen’s arm was missing and vanished, and even Yu Rongling was gone...
Yet here she was, throwing a tantrum.
And I, I had no choice but to humor her, "Mother-in-law, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been harsh with you. Don’t stoop to the level of a brat like ."
"Go away, leave alone. I know you want to find Shenshen and Yu Rongling. Go ahead, don’t mind ." Qing Li’s temper was raging, and even ten bulls couldn’t pull her back.
I opened my crossbody bag and looked at the severed hand of Shenshen inside. After a night, the hand was starting to wither.
What should I do?
If we find Shenshen even later, would she forever be missing a hand?
Or was it that she was captured by the Old Ape, and maybe she’s already... already been eaten...
No, that won’t happen.
Shenshen knows the Cold Ice Technique and has rged with the powerful Ice Silkworm, she wouldn’t be that easy for the Old Ape to eat.
My mind was in turmoil, helpless in the face of Qing Li’s anger towards .
Just then, a chubby little hand lifted the covers.
Qing Li opened her eyes, about to explode, but her brow was suddenly pressed by this little hand.
For a mont, she was dumbfounded, frozen like a wooden chicken.
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