His son, who was soft and fragrant, felt weightless in his arms as he embraced him. It was the same feeling as a woman, soft and boneless.
Both his tiny lips and skin was inherited from her. He was moist and supple.
He liked it.
He liked it very much.
At this moment, the door of the washroom opened. Ning Qing ran out in a hurry. She was wearing a white nightgown, and she came forward to pick up Little Qinwen.
"Little Qinwen, what is wrong? Let Mama carry you."
Little Qinwen was in Daddy's arms. His small head was perched on Daddy's shoulders, and he felt wrong. He noticed that Mama had arrived, and he stretched both of his arms out, wanting his Mama instead.
Lu Shaoming did not have any other choice. He was a rookie dad without much experience, so he turned his body sideways, and he handed Little Qinwen over to Ning Qing.
