Qiaoqiao's Smile_1

Qiaoqiao squatted down, expertly steadying the stem of a Milk Vetch flower, then carefully placed Daxiong onto the bloom.

As he watched it extend its long proboscis deep into the heart of the flower, he let out a sigh like a little grown-up:

"Daxiong, eat less, you can't get any fatter. If you do, you won't be able to collect honey later... Where are your babies? You should feed your babies more!"

The voice, close at hand and brimming with sunshine, was transmitted through the phone, making listeners unable to suppress a smile.

But a strange feeling also arose in one's heart—considering the size of the hand, the person should be quite grown-up, yet why did they speak like a child?

The next moment, a fair face suddenly appeared in front of the camera, curious eyes examining the lens, long lashes fluttering as if they were trembling butterflies in the wind.