Feng Ye peeled away his little hand that had been covering his face and looked at the child. When he saw that the little guy was even smaller than him, he blinked and couldn't stop looking at him. His heart skipped a beat and he stretched his hand out and carefully poked his face.
"He's so small, he's even smaller than me."
He looked at the baby with interest and just as he was about to poke him again, he saw that the baby had burst into tears. The baby's cry was extremely loud and it had startled him.
"I only poked him lightly, really." Feng Ye said quickly for fear that the baby had cried because he had poked him too hard.
Feng Jiu smiled lightly and put him down, then she stretched out her hand and pinched his nose: "I know, he just doesn't really like people touching his face. He will cry when his face is touched."
