"Shh—"
"Stop laughing, or even Mommy won't be able to save you in a bit." Qin Youxuan pressed her finger against the little one's mouth.
She perked up her ears and listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom, which had been going on for at least half an hour without stopping. Thinking of the terrifying scene from earlier, she shuddered involuntarily.
A body covered in poop and pee—this was enough to drive Dan Hanjie, the cleanliness-obsessed maniac, over the edge.
The little rascal on the bed seemed totally oblivious to the mischief he'd caused. Instead, he was cheerfully babbling, laughing like a miniature Buddha.
There was a sly gleam in his eyes that was far too clever for a baby just a few months old.
Pouting his tiny lips, he wrapped them around Qin Youxuan's finger.
"Did you get hungry after making a stink bomb?"
Qin Youxuan picked him up, pulled up her shirt, and began breastfeeding her son.
