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 (≧▽≦)