"Xiao Pingguo, don't move," Nian Junting said gently, "I haven't watched a movie with you for a long time. I want to hug you like this to strengthen the bond between father and son. I love you."
"..."
Xiao Pingguo shivered and felt like vomiting.
Luosang shivered as well.
After a while, Xiao Pingguo said to Luosang, "Mommy, is daddy sick?"
Luosang patted her son's small hands, thinking that her father was not sick. He was going to make a scene again, but she still said, "Ignore him, watch the cartoon."
Xiao Pingguo twisted his body, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He was used to his father treating him like a piece of sh*t. If his father was nice to him, he would not be like his father.
Seeing that his son and wife had stopped talking, Nian Junting reached out to grab the popcorn in Luosang's hand and ate it with a smile.