Evening.
Little Orange came to Xiao Yiyi's room.
Xiao Yiyi had just finished his bath, clad in a little bathrobe, and his cool little face was a spitting image of their dad's.
Little Orange was obviously in a great mood, sitting on the bed, swinging her slender white legs, looking at Xiao Yiyi with a smiling face.
Xiao Yiyi, looking at the excited Little Orange, couldn't help but roll his eyes at her, "You're smiling like a little fool."
Little Orange blinked her big eyes at Xiao Yiyi, "Brother, Dad is actually pretty great, he not only let me ride the horse, but he also lifted me onto his neck, I felt so tall, like a giant!"
Xiao Yiyi, holding a towel, wiped his wet hair solemnly and said coldly, like a little adult, "Little traitor."
Upon hearing Brother calling her a little traitor, Little Orange pouted, her voice full of grievance, "Brother, actually it's us who misunderstood Dad!"
