His mother was so amused by him. As she was wearing a gown, she could not bend down and pick him up. She could only caress his little head and coo at him, "Auntie is just joking with you; how can I not want you? You're this mommy's baby—my little sweetheart—whom I dote on the most. I can never bear to throw you away!"
"Yup!" Youyou nodded his head and stuck out his tongue mischievously.
He was really good at acting adorable.
Little Yichen ridiculed him from the side. He could tell at one glance that his sibling was intentionally saying sweet stuff to gain their mother's favor!
Jiang Li feigned grievance as she tugged on his sleeve. "Hey, don't take it for real! Auntie is just joking, so don't be mad, alright? Auntie here likes you a lot, and that's why I love teasing you!"
"Alright. I won't be angry!"
The younger boy commented inwardly, I'm not angry, but can you not pull on my sleeve? I don't like you.
