She placed her hand gently on his head, and remarked with a hint of emotion:
"Xiao Chen has really grown up."
"Xiao Chen will always be my Xiao Chen."
When Qin Miaomiao heard this, her nose felt a little tingly, and she choked up slightly—she had been easily moved lately.
She held Xiao Chen's hand and whispered:
"Why does it feel like you've gotten thinner again? Your baby fat is all gone, and there's barely any meat on you. Baby, you need to eat more, no dieting allowed."
The word "baby" coming from her lips carried an especially tender and intimate warmth. Ou Beichen froze for a moment, as the faint, elegant fragrance on her body gently drifted into his senses.
He was essentially a loner, and Qin Miaomiao was his only family—not by blood, but closer than anyone else.
He reached out to hug her, and said softly:
"Alright, I will."
"Good, I just want you to be healthy, strong, safe, and happy."
"Alright."
