Not long after Xie Che had fallen asleep, he felt a soft, squishy hand pat his cheek.
He roared in anger, "How dare you!"
When he opened his eyes, what met his gaze was a pair of large, round, doe-like eyes. The Little Bun pulled back his hand, a guilty look on his face, and obediently said, "Father Emperor, I wanted to wake you."
'He even dared to pluck the dragon's whiskers!'
Faced with his Father Emperor's furious expression, the Little Bun was clearly scared. However, although he could learn from books, emotionally and mentally he was still a babe in arms. No matter how fierce or strict his parents were with him, he would always slowly come clinging back after a while, holding no grudges. "Father Emperor, I missed you so much." Not only did he not hold a grudge, he even tried to take Xie Che's hand again.
The human cub's hands were small, chubby, and soft.
