[Comprehensive] Please call me Rain God

Olivia lay lazily on the bed and didn't like to move.

The fluffy little body is only a small ball huddled in the quilt, the short dark brown curly hair is unbelievably fluffy after washing, matched with the little girl's chubby little face, coupled with her baby-sounding Sang Xin, Adorable appearance.

This little girl is simply a treasure in the world.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was a little cold in the room.

Olivia was very afraid of the cold, and she didn't want to get out of bed from the time she woke up until she had breakfast right away.

"Alright Ollie."

Steve reached out and took the little girl out of the quilt, and quickly put on a long-sleeved dress and trousers for her.

She was putting socks on at this time.

The small, soft, white and tender little feet didn't seem to like wearing socks at all, but her little feet were cold, and it was impossible not to wear socks.

"Do not……"

"No." Steve refused directly, pulled her other foot to put on a sock, and tucked the pant leg into the sock, "I need an injection if I catch a cold."

Injections will always be Olivia's lifeblood.

She was terrified.

The little girl pursed her lips, and moaning, she pulled the quilt and fell directly on the big bed, burrowing into the quilt, "It's cold."

"It won't be cold after breakfast." Steve dug her out of the quilt again, looked at her aggrieved appearance, couldn't help chuckling, leaned over and kissed her cheek, and she rubbed the tip of her nose On his face, the ice is cold.

He took the little girl by the hand and led her to the living room. James poured warm water into her sippy cup and handed it to her. Olivia felt much warmer after drinking a little.

Breakfast is bacon, eggs, fried mushrooms, and fried slices of bread.

With the baby booth, Steve no longer feeds her, and bought a smock this time, so he doesn't have to worry about Olivia getting all over her.

She held the spoon and stuffed mushrooms into her mouth, chewing with puffed cheeks. Olivia specially bought the kind of plate that can be sucked on the table, and she was not afraid of knocking the bowl over with her movements.

Some hot milk was poured into a small bowl beside her. She opened her mouth and held the straw in her mouth to suck.

Olivia has a good appetite. In the morning, she drank half a bowl of hot milk, a slice of bread, two pieces of bacon and a small half bowl of mushrooms.

There was nothing left to eat.

When he was full, he leaned on the seat to support his body.

There is oil on the mouth, cheeks and hands.

After the child is full, she always sits in a daze for a while, so there is no need to worry about her running around after eating, and the room is full of oil.

After Steve finished his breakfast, he took the little guy out to clean up, and handed over the mess in the kitchen to James.

The task Steve received was to keep an eye on the little girl. The previous task of going out to work has been completely resolved, and he can be regarded as a long vacation to rest at home.

James doesn't care.

He casually went to the bookstore to borrow books and read them at home.

Olivia sat on a cushion and fiddled with the new blocks Steve brought back for her. She could play with a single plastic block for an hour.

"This child is very patient." James glanced at a child who was still building blocks. "Be patient, and you will be able to do things well when you grow up."

"Ah."

Steve took the wooden comb from the bathroom, came over and tied two small braids on the sides of the little girl's neck.

Her hair is curly, and the ends of the two braids are also curled in an arc, which looks soft and cute.

"She gained a lot of weight."

"Yes." Steve was very relieved, the memory of the thin, small ribs, the dying child who was breathing weakly, was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

This child is a lot fatter than that time, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

At that time, if he hadn't taken off his earphones and headgear, he certainly wouldn't have heard Olivia's weak cry.

He couldn't accept the thought that this child might cause her to die because he was one step late.

Steve sat next to Olivia, leaned over and kissed her gently on the face, the soft and cute skin smelled like milk.

"Her identity has not been determined yet."

"The previous blood samples were only used to test her body and her abilities, but now the samples are used up." Steve didn't say too much, don't think that Olivia is young, she can understand, It's too obvious, what if she starts crying again?

"You didn't plan to use DNA for the census in the first place?"

"I didn't think too much about it at first," Steve frowned. "Her ruined plan, after a rescue treatment, came to the conclusion that both her parents died, so I didn't continue to investigate."

"I think you should check it out, maybe this child has her real relatives."

"That's true." He nodded, and then looked at the child who was still playing with building blocks, "I think I'm a bit reluctant."

"I understand you." James patted him on the shoulder. "Suddenly losing such an interesting little thing will definitely feel empty, lonely and cold."

He winked, and still said the same thing as he went around.

"Is it time for you to find a girlfriend?"

"roll."

"Sleep?"

James lowered his voice. He walked over and saw Steve brought the quilt over and helped him tidy up the building blocks. The quilt was folded so that it was thicker.

Steve nodded, and carefully pushed the girl to make her turn over, rolled directly into the soft quilt, and took the small blanket on the sofa and put it on her body.

"Why has she slept so much lately?"

"Olly doesn't sleep well at night." Steve smoothed her curly hair along the sideburns. "Occasionally she wakes up crying at night, and falls asleep after a few dozen seconds of coaxing."

"What's going on here?"

"I don't know." He shook his head this weekend and tucked her in the quilt, "so let her sleep here, lest she wake up later and we don't know."

Ollie turned over and curled up into a ball, clutching the blanket with her little hands, still muttering.

"dad……"

Steve came over and patted lightly, "I'm here."

She hummed a few times, turned over in his direction, opened her eyes in a daze, and crawled into his arms.

Steve lay down, hugged Olivia, patted her gently, hummed a lullaby, and she fell asleep.

"Is she afraid that you will leave her behind?"

James asked softly, "Olly seems very insecure."

"should be."

"I saw that when she couldn't find you, she panicked and didn't dare to cry. She kept calling your name and looked for you all over the room until you showed up."

"She's been like this since she recovered from her illness."

Steve was a little distressed, "It's too clingy."

"But you still like her like this." James raised his eyebrows, "Is this a sweet trouble?"

"you can say it this way."

Although the two of them chatted quietly, they still woke up Olivia. She whimpered and cried, and crawled into Steve's arms aggrieved. Seeing her like this, Steve simply spread the quilt away, He also lay down and hugged Olivia.

The quilt was quite big, James took another quilt to cover the two of them, and got into it himself.

It's really been a long time since I took a nap.

The two big men squeezed the child between them, which saved her from shivering.

But I didn't expect that the body temperature of the two of them was too hot, which made Olivia very hot.

The little guy was lying sideways, with his head resting on Steve's chest, his calf on James' shoulder, his hot little face was flushed, and his pink lips were slightly parted to exhale.

Pull it back and it will go out sideways.

Coming and going, one cold and one hot made the little guy sick again.

Olivia sucked her nose pitifully, but the snot didn't listen to her at all, it would flow out even if she sucked it.

"Strong."

James covered her nose with toilet paper, "force."

Olivia frowned and blew vigorously after listening to his words, feeling much better.

She rubbed her little sore nose, pursed her mouth and begged for a hug.

"Sure enough, you'll be clingy when you're sick." James sat down, wrapped her in a quilt, hugged her, and rubbed her face.

He didn't shave his beard clean, and it hurt Olivia a bit.

The little girl babbled in dissatisfaction, raised her hand and pushed him vigorously, the man came over determinedly and rubbed against him, no matter what the little girl called him 'hate', he would not move away.

In the end, Olivia was so angry.

She grabbed James' ear with both hands, opened her mouth and bit his nose hard, wounding him successfully.

The small and delicate tooth marks were completely engraved on the tip of his nose, leaving a bloodstain.

"It deserves it." Steve rolled his eyes, handed the siphon cup to Olivia, and taught her not to swallow the water, but to spit it out.

"What do you spit it out for?" James had just put his nose down and was feeling the sharp pain of being stung by alcohol on the wound.

"Wash your mouth." He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"I wash my face every day! You still think I'm dirty!"

"You're not dirty." Steve replied sincerely, "It's just that the oil is a little bit too much, I'm afraid Ollie will spoil her stomach if she eats it."

James: ...

"You said you were taking her to the mansion?" Fury called Steve. "Why?"

"Stark said that he seemed to have found something incredible, and he needed some of this kid's blood."

"Use a little or use a lot."

"Just one point, Stark wants to use this blood for the final test."

"What conclusion did he draw before?"

"A woman who is very likely to have a relationship with this girl." Fury's voice was a little serious, "It's just a little strange."

"It's strange."

"The woman related to her found in the database is also called Olivia."

"This is normal." James shrugged. "Is this considered a discovery?"

"No," Fury retorted, "If it was purely like this, Stark would not ask her to draw blood for a second test. Of course, this time he also wanted to thoroughly confirm whether the conclusion he had drawn before was correct."

"That Olivia, do you have any problems with our girl?"

"It's not so much a problem." Fury paused, "It's better to say that they are the same person."