"Sister, hug!" Mario looked at Xia Qingqian, who was walking toward him, and showed a mix of grievance and delight, "Sister, Aunt Maria went to sleep, and she left the baby to play alone."
"Then why did you misbehave and come up here?" Xia Qingqian reached out and held the soft Mario in her arms, "What were you doing in the flowers?"
"Aunt Maria didn't stop me from coming up here, Grandpa fell asleep too, so no one was playing with Mario. That's why Mario came to fight with these flowers!" Mario took a deep breath, trying to win Xia Qingqian's sympathy and affection.
Xia Qingqian held Mario in her arms, reached to pluck the petals from his head and body, and chuckled, "You fought with the flowers?" What logic does this kid have? Fighting with flowers? Truly a kid looking for trouble.
"The flowers invited me to fight, saying that if I won against them, Sister would appear." Mario nodded frequently, "See, I won, so they returned Sister to me."
