Zeng Hongling helplessly looked at her son, "Yuanyuan, look, see? He's always like this, I've been eaten alive."
Su Yuanyuan squatted down, "I'm afraid to hold her."
"There's nothing to be afraid of." Zeng Hongling said as she picked up the little one, but the child reached out towards Su Yuanyuan.
"See, you better hold him."
Su Yuanyuan carefully took the child Zeng Hongling handed over. She felt a bit nervous.
The little one finally arrived in the arms he liked, chuckling happily, with his head buried in Su Yuanyuan's chest.
"Here you go, I don't want it anymore," Zeng Hongling said with a smile from the side.
Yang Liulang was watching from the side all along, feeling that children are indeed different, liking everything pure.
Su Yuanyuan felt a tinge of emotion too. Although she knew this body had already given birth to three children, she had never felt it. With the three children not by her side, this was her second time holding a child; the first was this child too.
