The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

But whether it was because Allen's technique was too good or for some other reason, even after he put the little guy down, Wutu still kept nudging Allen's hand with its forehead.

Unfortunately, the little guy is surrounded by too many people who force themselves to give him affection, preventing him from enjoying proper massage services.

And Allen wouldn't accidentally pluck his hair, nor would he lift him up high and scare him.

Although he doesn't dislike his family's love, he's just a tiny little rabbit with a small nose right now.

His family members had become like giants in his eyes, and even his usual love had become much heavier.

The little guy rubbed against Allen and even lay down. Its round bottom and hind paws looked so cute to pet. The little guy even tilted its head, and its two Doritos-like ears kept testing Allen's willpower.

So Allen could only reluctantly touch the black rabbit a little more.

The others didn't notice that Allen was making a difficult choice.

Helena, standing next to her, kept marveling at the sight.

She had thought that the black tusk was already a wondrous being.

But the truth is, the little one can become even cuter, even more captivating than she is to these people.

Helena leaned closer to examine the custard bun for a while, then couldn't resist pinching the little one's cheek, and said:

"Oh, I should make a movie for you, like 'The Rabbit King'? How about that? Or 'Miffy's Great Adventure'?"

The little guy never intended to expose his current appearance in front of so many people.

As long as my family knows, that's fine.

Wutu doesn't plan to go out until it returns to human form.

So he shook his head, wanting to refuse Helena's offer.

But Helena suddenly put him in her handbag.

The little guy's tiny body fits perfectly into the handbag, with only his little head peeking out, looking at the world with adorable cuteness.

Helena Rubinstein: "Honey, seriously, if you went to pick up guys looking like this, wouldn't you be able to charm men and women all over the world?"

The black cat always felt that it wasn't money.

No matter how good he is, it's impossible for him to be liked by everyone.

But Helena's praise made the little guy feel especially cute.

His family members also praised his improved skills.

This is already enough to make the little guy lose himself.

So before going to bed at night, Wu Tu couldn't help but stand in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself in the mirror.

Even Winston couldn't resist seeing this scene and scooped the little guy into his arms with one hand.

The black cat raised its head, its eyes filled with confusion.

Seeing this, Winston could only cough and put the little guy on the bed, into the little nest that the little rabbit had made herself using her father's clothes.

Winston actually wanted to kiss him, and the black rabbit noticed.

So after the little guy took a stroll around the bed, he took the initiative to approach his father, lay down next to his father's head, and licked Winston's face.

Because he's my dad, it's okay for him to touch me however he wants.

Although the black rabbit couldn't speak, Winston could still understand what the little guy meant.

Just as Winston favored the black rabbit, the little guy will always favor his dad, and his bunny hop will only be performed around the most important person in his life.

Winston held the little guy against his chest, afraid that he might roll over and crush the crow, even though he never moved when he slept. He was always worried that he might hurt the crow.

So now he lies peacefully, letting the little guy climb Daddy Mountain and do parkour on it.

Fortunately, the little guy wasn't too heavy, but Winston was a little worried. Could the black tusk's four matchstick-like claws, which looked like they were stuck into its round body, support the little guy's weight?

Is this why the little guy has short legs?

Because the chassis is low, the four matchsticks won't be under much pressure.

Winston was completely afraid to voice his thoughts.

He had previously thought that Wu Tu was shorter than the average height in their family, but that was a consequence of the little guy's malnutrition when he was young, something Winston never dared to mention.

But the little guy himself doesn't seem to care about any of that.

He felt that his height, appearance, and skin color were all things his parents had given him. Even if his father was just an ordinary person, Wu Tu would still think that he was the best father in the world.

He will no longer feel ashamed of himself because of anything he has.

So Winston, thinking about this, couldn't help but praise the black rabbit again:

"Baby, you are so cute. Even if you become very small, you will still be Daddy's favorite child."

Upon hearing this, the little one couldn't help but dance the bunny dance around his dad on the bed.

Winston's lips sank as he watched the black rabbit wag its tail.

"Honey, you were happy when Dad praised you before. You like being hugged and you like everyone in the family... but why can't you express it more openly?"

"Seeing you happy makes Dad even happier."

"If you were to become a human, I would love it if you had a little tail that could express your emotions, so that Daddy could see just how much you love your family."

Upon hearing his father's words, Wu Tu felt embarrassed and collapsed onto the bed, burying his head in the nest he had built himself.

As Winston watched the fluffy little thing burrow into its nest, he couldn't resist taking a picture of it.

He posted it secretly on Twitter, visible only to himself.

But who knew that Winston would accidentally forget to set it, and this message unexpectedly appeared in the public eye and in many people's favorites.

Since stepping down, Winston has posted even fewer updates.

His own photography skills aren't very good, so when people really want to know about Mr. Winston's recent situation, they habitually search for information about the black worm.

In any news event featuring Ulva, Winston is always by his side, never leaving his side.

Now, Winston's account has suddenly updated, and many media outlets seem to have sensed a reporting opportunity, rushing to open the push notifications.

Unexpectedly, Winston simply shared a picture.

In the photo, a furry rear end with a tail that looks somewhat like a heart appears in the background, which appears to be a large bed.

Soon, someone figured out that the bed belonged to Winston and was in Winston's room.

And this furry creature was stepping on Winston's clothes, acting as if it were its own territory, wantonly destroying and rolling around.

In no time, Winston, who seemed to have been possessed and doted on his pets, quickly became a trending topic on Twitter.

Although it's not exactly mainstream news, its impact is far more shocking than any other news report.

Those people pondered for a long time under Winston's account and finally came to the following conclusion:

It might not have been a tweet from Winston himself.

It must have been sent by Wu Tu.

Otherwise, there's simply no way to explain Winston's sudden change of personality or the fact that someone keeps a pet in Winston's bed.