"San Bao is so soft. I am afraid that I will use too much strength and make her feel painful. I feel so nervous when carrying her."
Carrying the soft and tiny baby, this kind of unrealistic, fear, and nervous feeling was almost similar to that of the times her life was at stake when she was carrying out her mission.
Seeing that the usually fearless Shi Qing look so lost and helpless, Qiao Nan smiled. "Don't worry. The triplets are already four months old. I heard from the elders that they are considered sturdy once they start to teeth. They are not as delicate as you said. As long as you don't exert too much strength, you won't hurt the triplets."
Perhaps the little girl was pleased with the bite given by Shi Qing earlier. She did not reject or resist Shi Qing, this 'stranger', at all when Shi Qing carried her. Instead, she was flinging her little hands and kicking her little legs, looking quite happy and carefree.
