Jian Qing placed the two little treasures on the bed, helped them dry their hair, and Seventeen and Nineteen joyfully rolled around on the bed.
Under the light, the two "little tigers" hugged and rolled together, their delicate little faces capturing Jian Qing's attention,
She sat cross-legged nearby, watching them, occasionally tickling the little ones, causing them to hug and dodge with laughter.
"Mommy, hug."
Nineteen climbed off Seventeen, waddled towards Jian Qing with his little bottom pouted out, and, like a little tiger, pounced into her arms.
"You, little one!" The force of the youngster's charge almost knocked Jian Qing backward, but she sat up, holding him, and rubbed her forehead against his, "Is your knee not hurting anymore, hmm?"
"Hug from Mommy, no hurt," Nineteen softly said.
"Oh my, such sweet talk," Jian Qing chuckled softly, and seeing his crescent moon eyes curve with his smile, she couldn't help but kiss his plump little cheeks.
"Mommy."
