Xu Mohan listened to her quietly, and indeed such an image came to his mind. Thinking of his former son, Xu Zhuozheng, his heart began to ache faintly.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought of Zhuozheng."
Jun Xiangyi gently hugged him, resting her chin on his shoulder, "Don't be sad."
Xu Mohan turned his head, affectionately nuzzling her face, "It's so good to have you by my side."
Jun Xiangyi turned around and jumped onto his back, "I want to wash my face and brush my teeth."
Xu Mohan carried her to the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste for her, and placed her on the sink.
She sat there, barefoot.
He went to find her thick socks and slippers, putting them on her one by one, "It's winter now, don't go barefoot, or you'll catch a cold."
Jun Xiangyi rinsed her mouth and washed her face, pulling out a tissue to wipe her face.
Today, they ate hotpot. The spiciness made Jun Xiangyi's eyes tear up, but she continued to eat with enthusiasm.
As a top food lover, one cannot waste food.
