╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Psycho S.
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Bing Shi patiently taught Ying Xiong that their home should be protected instead of destroyed. Her baby seemed to watch and observe his surroundings a lot, she took advantage of it and would tidy up their place as a part of their regular playtime routine.
While she was repairing the faucet, she called out to the toddler on stand-by, "Stinky bun, could you find your dirty clothes and put them in a laundry bin?"
Ying Xiong looked around the marble bathroom, searching for a blotch of black that he wore today. He suddenly strolled into the living room, picked up the black onesies from the leather couch, and brought them to his mommy.
