As a child:
5-year-old Xiao Lin: Hug from my brother~
8-year-old Lu Fu'an: (Why did someone's little milk bag come out? No one noticed when I took him home.) Come give me a hug. (How can he be so cute? His little hands are so cute)
After growing up:
The general returns to court
Lu Fu'an's inner OS:? ? ? My little milk bag won't die on the battlefield, right?
Xiao Lin: Brother, I'm back
Lu Fu'an: Huh? Who are you? Where is my little milk bag? Where is Xiao Lin and Xiao Zimu?
Xiao Lin: Brother, am I not here?
Lu Fu'an:? ? ? How could it be? How can you, a general who is 1.9 Meters tall, be my little nanny? He wasn't as tall as me before, oh wow, my breasts are still there
Xiao Lin: Brother, it's really me. Don't cry, be good...
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