Ran Xiangsi lay in the middle, with her sons on either side.
Little Yuan, being young, loved to cling to his mother, holding onto her arm and refusing to let go.
Little Ye, on the other hand, was more mature for his age and knew he was a manly man, strong, and never clung to his mother.
Ran Xiangsi noticed Little Ye sleeping far away by himself, so she reached over and pulled him in close, holding him tight.
Little Ye blushed and shrank back, "It's too stuffy..."
Ran Xiangsi thought to herself, well, he's already making excuses.
So she simply gathered him into her arms, lowered her head, and kissed his forehead, "Mommy doesn't feel stuffy! Little Ye, be good and let Mommy hold you, okay?"
"..." Hearing Mommy's voice, Little Ye's heart melted and he stopped resisting.
Actually, he really liked being held and spoiled by Mommy.
But Grandpa said, a true man cannot be with his mommy all the time; he must learn to be strong.
