"You, naughty again."
Su Qingluo shook her heavy little body and sighed helplessly.
The little prince had grown fat and white over the past year, no longer the lightweight little baby like a kitten in the past, holding him was enough to tire her arms.
He pretended to be an ostrich and refused to look up, so she could only hold him as she walked to the desk, pulled a chair to sit down, and found a comfortable position.
She placed him on her left thigh, her arm wrapped around him to prevent him from falling.
"Sister wanted to help you practice walking today, but look at the wet floor. One could easily slip. How can we practice?"
Her arms no longer sore, Su Qingluo was in the mood to tease the silly little one, wanting to see how long he could keep pretending to be an ostrich without apologizing or admitting his mistake.
