She grabbed onto Xia Ruoxin's blouse and bit on it, treating it like a milk bottle.
Xia Ruoxin smiled helplessly. Who would say her child was well-behaved? In fact, she had a temper. Take now for example.
Her fingers touched Rainy's tiny face tenderly while the little one continued to munch on her blouse, not bothering about her. She stopped smiling. Look, she's angry and throwing a tantrum.
She picked up the milk bottle quickly and placed it by Rainy's mouth. The little girl finally released her hand and held the bottle.
What a temper for her age. She pulled the blanket, covered her daughter's legs, and rested her hand on the girl's hair. She had a head of beautiful hair; it was black and thick, like her mother's.
