The table was too high to reach even on tiptoe, so I turned to my brother for help.
With a sullen face, Lemon went over to pick up his little brother who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling. He smelled the same milky fragrance on Jixiang's body as his own brother. Not only was he not afraid of him falling, but he hugged him tighter.
"Thank you, brother~"
Jixiang ki33ed Lemon on the cheek, and the little chubby hand took out the paper ball and handed it to his brother.
"Brother, I don't know Ji Xiang."
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