Ye Ruge had been following Jun Xiqing for the past half an hour. Jun Xiqing was very quiet and had been coaxing pipi in the room.
Pipi crawled into Mommy’s arms. His very fleshy little hands held tightly onto Mommy’s clothes and sniffed the sweet milk fragrance on Mommy’s body. He was really wronged.
Jun Xi Qing fed little pipi another round of milk, and only then did little pipi stop crying. Tears hung from the corners of his eyes as he fell asleep in Mommy’s arms.
Jun Xi Qing turned to look at ye Ruge. Other than her pair of spiritual eyes that were red and wet, there were no signs of panic. She passed little pipi into ye Ruge’s arms. “Miss Ye, can you hold my son for me?”
Ye Ruge’s hands were used with a whip, and she was a woman. When had she ever held such a soft and fragrant little thing?
