Tian Sangsang scrolled through the comments again, shaking her head with amusement. These netizens are just too dirty-minded.
Putting her phone back in the space, Meng Shuyan remained in the same pose as earlier: chin propped up, little feet dangling, her big eyes blinking innocently. She looked equal parts adorable and clueless.
"Yanyan, come here, into Mommy's arms." Her maternal instincts were in full bloom.
With her mom's permission, Meng Shuyan placed both hands down, lowered her feet, bent her knees, climbed off the bed, and slowly crawled into her mom's fragrant embrace.
"Mommy, a mosquito bit you." He stared curiously at the mark on her neck.
"Did it?" Tian Sangsang picked up a mirror, glanced at herself, and immediately turned as red as the mark. "That mosquito is just awful."
She patted her son's curly hair, holding him contentedly, when a sudden thought popped into her head. Last night, she and Jiang Jinghuai... didn't use protection.
This wasn't good.
