"Daddy, hold." Yu Chen basked in the praise, eagerly leaning into Chu Molin with joy.
"Sit still, no squirming." Chu Molin was quite dirty, he really shouldn't hold him.
"Bad." Seeing his refusal, Yu Chen pouted, tears welling up in his eyes. His daddy didn't love him anymore.
"Smell this." Chu Molin was not swayed by his son's antics. He put his arm under Yu Chen's nose for him to smell.
"Stinky." Yu Ze looked at his father with an air of distaste.
"Still want to be held?" asked Chu Molin, looking at his silent younger son.
"Nope." Yu Chen didn't even know how to address his father's stench until his brother spelled it out for him.
"Since you don't want hugs anymore, just sit tight and wait for Xue Ling to take you to bed. Plus, this boy is going to stay with us temporarily, so you two are going to be friends, okay?" Qin Xue pointed at Cohen, who Chu Molin had set aside on a lounger, and spoke to her two sons.
