"Chup-chup"
Then down to his nose, touch the tip of his nose, and kiss again.
"Mother's very sweet little son, how can you be so adorable"
Hong was still delirious and tightened his hold on his mother's waist.
"Mother, don't leave Hong er"
Tang Yuan smiled. She stroked Hong's soft hair tucking it behind his ear.
"Sweet child, you are still acting like a baby, Mother's son is already seventeen years old now, look at you, this little cute boy" she whispered.
Tang Yuan couldn't stop smiling. Stroking Hong's hair until he fell asleep. The pretty woman turned her head to the door, saw someone who had been standing in front of the door and did not dare to enter. Fei Er who stood looking at Hong without saying a word, just looked at him, silently.
Tang Yuan fixed her hair, the cold wind blowing her beautiful long hair far away. Walking with graceful movements step by step beside her son.
