"Little White, Little White, why aren't you going in to see Mom?"
Yangyang crouched at the bedroom door, holding the Treasure Seeking Rat by the leash, and tried to drag it into the room by sheer force.
Yangyang was putting all her strength into it. "You—move already!"
The Treasure Seeking Rat bit down on the rope tied around its head. All four of its legs were trembling, but it still hadn't taken a single step forward.
It was just like a nail driven into the ground.
Yangyang stamped her foot in frustration. "Little White!"
"Why are you shouting outside?"
I leaned weakly against the bed and frowned as I spoke.
Yangyang immediately put away the Treasure Seeking Rat and pattered into the room. "Your daughter was playing with a little mouse."
My daughter had grown just a tiny bit taller. At last, I managed a faint, relieved smile and reached out to stroke her soft little head. "Be careful when you play. Don't disturb Mom while she's resting."
"Got it." Yangyang snuggled up against me, her adorable little head rubbing against me nonstop. She looked as though she was only a breath away from purring.
I was both helpless and tempted to shake my head. My own daughter was growing more and more like a cat. Where was the fairness in that?
"Stop rubbing against me. Let me recover a little." I struggled to sit up slightly, but my head still throbbed, and I could barely hold it steady.
Yangyang obediently sat by the bed. She accidentally sat on a strand of hair, so she shifted her little bottom again, moving a good distance away. "Mom, isn't your hair a little too long?"
At that, I opened my eyes and paused. "It is a little. I'll trim it."
I took