Jian Shichu burst into laughter, "Pretty what? If your mom really gave birth to a sister like that, you wouldn't stop crying!"
Ye Qingci got annoyed, "Jian, Shi, Chu!"
"Just joking, just joking," Jian Shichu used his fist to cover his mouth, coughed a few times, and then put on a serious face to educate his son, "In the future, don't draw on mommy, mommy's skin is delicate, and the paint isn't good for her body. What if she has an allergic reaction?"
Xiao Ah Wan blinked his eyes, "Daddy, what is an allergic reaction?"
Jian Shichu explained to his son, "It's when you get bumps, it itches, and it's uncomfortable."
"Oh..." Xiao Ah Wan thought for a long time, couldn't think of anyone who gets bumps, and finally said, "Is it like a toad?"
Ye Qingci: "..."
Husband, son, spare me.
Don't make it so gross!
Jian Shichu laughed again, patted his son's little head, "Yes, yes, just like a toad."
Ye Qingci got mad, raised her foot and hit Jian Shichu, "Jian, Shi, Chu!"
