Jingxing seemed to understand, and immediately turned his head towards Lu Meng, grinning.
"Ah..." He stretched open his small arms, flapping them vigorously.
His body language expressed the desire for a mom's hug.
Jingxing began to babble with his childish voice, and Lu Meng stepped forward and gave him a sweet kiss.
Smooch!
A kiss landed on his tender, white cheek.
Jingxing excitedly patting Song Yunchi's arm, started giggling.
"Mom's going to brush her teeth and wash her face, you be good and wait."
Lu Meng stroked his chubby little face and went off to freshen up.
Song Yunchi sat on the sofa with his son, the flowers in his hand still not given.
Looking down at the flowers, he seemed thoughtful, suddenly a mischievous hand reached over.
The pale, tender little hand grabbed a petal, and pulled...
Song Yunchi suddenly squinted his eyes, "Song Jingxing!"
The little darling who was called out, his chubby face jiggled a couple times, staring blankly at him.
