Just as the little hand was about to reach the wine pot.
Snap!
It was pressed down by a slender, snow-white hand.
Gu Xiaonan, who was hiding under the table, froze in place. His small hand didn't move a muscle.
"This is not for children."
Gu Qingluan's faintly cool laughter floated lightly into his ears.
Gu Xiaonan crawled out from under the table with a pitiful look, gazing at Gu Qingluan. "Mother, can I have just a tiny bit? Just a tiny bit, please?"
He gestured with his other thumb and forefinger.
Gu Qingluan smirked. "Alright."
Gu Xiaonan's eyes lit up instantly.
Gu Qingluan used a chopstick to collect a small amount from the cup, lightly brushing it against his soft, rosy lips before withdrawing it.
She then spoke in a calm and unhurried manner as she observed Gu Xiaonan's eager gaze following the chopstick, "Just a tiny bit, as you mentioned."
