The young child had a milky fragrance on her. Yun Rong hoisted her up and held her on her bosom, feeling as if she was carrying a ball of cotton, soft, nice and warm; it was a very nice feeling. “I also hate to part with Yuan Yuan…….” Yun Rong herself was just a young lady, her appearance as she was carrying Gu Yuan Yuan was just like a big girl carrying a little girl. It instantly provoked Lu Hua Nian into laughter. She laughed and said: “Yuan Yuan, quickly go down, the next time you miss jiejie, mama will take you to find jiejie to play.”
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