The little corn was very worried: I'm so delicate, how am I going to survive ah~
The weed comforted: It's okay, I'll take care of you
The little corn glanced at the weed:……No comments.
Although the little corn ignored the weed, yet in the end, only the weed pampers it and regards it as everything.
Little Corn: I will reluctantly agree to let you take care of me, you have to take a good care of me!
Weed: En, en (≧▽≦)
