"Little guy, mommy loves you so much! Let mommy pinch your cheeks!"
She pulled her hand out of Mu Yazhe's grip to pinch each of her son's delicate cheeks.
She was neither harsh nor gentle. Youyou's face did not show a hint of resistance at her action; instead, he affectionately said, "Mommy, you are so energetic. You don't seem to be an injured patient at all!"
"Mommy isn't a patient in the first place."
"Mommy, gentler, gentler!"
…
As the mother and son bickered, the man's shoulders shook fervently for a split second.
Feeling the loss of warmth in his palm, he was jolted awake from his sleep.
The man lifted his head as his cold eyes opened wide. The moment his blurry vision refocused, he saw her hugging their son as she pinched his cheeks wantonly.
