If she could be close to her son, who would want to be the bad guy?
In less than ten minutes, Jingxing finished the entire bottle of milk.
Putting down the bottle, Lu Meng rested his head on her shoulder, gently patting his back to burp him.
"Our Jingxing is so good."
Suddenly, Lu Meng let out a low "ah," and Song Yunchi frowned, "What's wrong?"
Feeling a chill on her neck, Lu Meng carefully lifted Jingxing, and sure enough!
The little guy drooled!
A shimmering silver thread stretched from her shoulder.
"You little rascal, did you drool on purpose?" Lu Meng pretended to be angry and pinched his cheek.
Jingxing grinned and giggled foolishly.
She was about to lean over to grab a tissue from the coffee table when she realized someone had already handed a tissue to her.
"Wipe it off."
The man's voice was deep and flat.
Like he was devoid of emotions.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Lu Meng felt there was no need to embarrass him, so she took it.
