Every time Xiaocheng cries, it easily affects Miaomiao's emotions, making Miaomiao cry too.
To prevent this, Yan Ye directly reached out and scooped his son onto the bed, holding him in his arms.
After being embraced by Yan Ye, Xiaocheng's crying subsided a little.
"Miaomiao, wipe your brother's tears," Yan Ye said to Miaomiao, who was curiously staring at her brother, and took her little paw to touch Xiaocheng's tear-stained face.
Kids love to play.
But when Miaomiao's little paw touched Xiaocheng's face, wet with hot tears, she seemed to find it fun, so she forgot to cry along.
"I don't want sister touching me!" Xiaocheng disliked being touched by his smelly sister.
So he irritably pushed Miaomiao's hand away.
"Then stop crying, and she won't touch you. If you keep crying, she'll keep touching you," Yan Ye threatened.
Xiaocheng held back his tears and squeezed his little head into Yan Ye's arms, pushing Miaomiao's head to the side.
