"Could you hold me and let me sleep for a while, just a little while." Xiao Xiaoang held up a finger in front of his little face, looking extremely endearing.
He was just staring at her...
For a brief moment, Su Xiaomeng's heart ached with the pleading look in Xiao Xiaoang's eyes. She didn't know how to handle this feeling.
She understood that her special attention to Xiao Xiaoang was because of the red birthmark on his forehead.
She didn't know if this birthmark was exactly like her late daughter's, but evidently, she couldn't separate this birthmark from Little Treasure.
Actually... this isn't right.
After last night, Xiao Meng vaguely realized that this child liked her far more than Pu Yang.
Today, when he was sick, he didn't go to see Pu Yang and instead called him.
Xiao Meng was no fool; she could imagine how much this child, who had grown up without a mother, lacked maternal love, even with her eyes closed...
"Just hold me for a while..."
