Su Yunjin gently patted the infant's back, the little bundle so tiny that she feared hurting the baby, daring not to use too much force. Gu Ya also wanted to hold the child, so after his little wife picked up their first-born son, Gu Ya went to hold their younger daughter, another little bundle. Holding the little one for the first time, Gu Ya was even more cautious than his wife.
It was quite comical in its awkwardness.
The little girl, who had been soundly asleep, suddenly didn't like being held this way by her own father and burst into loud crying. As his daughter cried, Gu Ya immediately felt at a loss.
He clumsily tried to soothe the child.
"Shh, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy is here."
As Su Yunjin was feeding the child, she looked up at Gu Ya, who was cradling his daughter as if she were an object, which looked quite ridiculous. She shook her head, amused, "Husband, who holds a child like that?" Gu Ya's stiff motions made the baby uncomfortable.
