Yvonne Young rubbed her aching forehead, feeling a surge of indescribable frustration. This little one...
She didn't put a diaper on her for just a short while.
Calm down...calm down, Yvonne was still telling herself not to be impulsive and to be patient. Suddenly, Sandra grinned at her, "Mommy, I'm sorry."
Such a small figure, her eyes were filled with guilt and desire to please.
Yvonne's annoyance seemed to have vanished like smoke, and she also smiled, "It's okay. Next time, remember to tell mommy when you need to pee, okay?"
She bent down to pick up the little girl, who felt quite heavy.
"Sure," Sandra nodded obediently and hugged Yvonne's neck pleasingly.
She sounded so childish, and her body smelled like milk. Yvonne couldn't help but tighten her arms around her and rub her forehead against the little girl's face, "Good baby."
