Copywriting: Not far away across the road, there was a little boy wearing cream-yellow overalls, running towards him like an agile cat. This kid who suddenly appeared just hugged the dumbfounded Liao Yifan, looking up at the dark-faced Liao Yifan with happiness, and said in a somewhat excited tone: "Mumbling... You... Are you... My... Little, little fairy...?" The soft and waxy voice was endearing. Liao Yifan desperately suppressed the urge to blow the kid's head off, and forced out a smile that he thought was amiable: "Idiot, my brother is a boy. If you admit your mistake next time, I will kill you."
Chu Weichen raised his face and glanced at Liao Yifan quietly. He had a younger sister's head, slightly upward peach blossom eyes, small and delicate facial features, a pink magic girl skirt, and slender and white bare feet. That's right, it's the same fairy tale told by Grandma Linghua! This is obviously the little fairy that Old Swan gave to him. How could it be a boy when she is so cute?