Ding Dian stiffened his body and his face, trying his best to say in the softest voice: "Little, little kid~ what are you going to do~?~" Although he felt that this little meatball was not old enough to understand this sentence.
"Pull, pull, pull~" the little meatball tried hard to move the fat on his face and made the sound.
Lala? Poo! ! !
Ding Dian's eyes suddenly widened, and he went from hot sweat to cold sweat. A message kept spinning in his mind: This damn child is going to poop, poop, poop at his feet...
Before he could collect his emotions, there was another commotion at his feet. When he looked down, he saw the ball of flesh grabbing his leg with one hand and trying hard to take off his pants with the other hand.
Not bad, you know you have to take off your pants when you have a bowel movement, but for the sake of simplicity, don't you know you're wearing crotchless pants?