Lu Mengjie grinned widely as she replied, "I want our son to be as bright and cheerful as me so Lang Lang is a good nickname, don't you think so? He'll be like the brilliance of the sky!"
His eyes softened as he stared at her smiling face. He could never get tired of seeing her smiling face. Whenever she was genuinely happy, her eyes would smile together with her lips. It has a magical effect that caused something, a tingling sensation, to grow inside his chest. He reached out from the table and held her hand, her soft palm was smooth and warm.
"I bet he will just be like his mother," he commented.
"Ah-ah! But I still want him to be as handsome as you"
He chuckled lightly, "yes, that too. Handsome like his father."
She stared into his eyes and gently smiled. This man was really something. Even without doing much, he was affecting her a lot already. He was contagious for her. If he was happy, she couldn't help but reflect such joy back to him.
