Sikou Yao finished feeding her daughter and then smiled at him, "Your precious daughter is not so fragile that she'll break at a single touch."
Xiao Chifeng sat beside her, eyes filled with longing as he gazed at his beloved daughter, and laughed, "I know my little treasure isn't that fragile. It's all about my state of mind, you know? I'm afraid she'll melt in my mouth or disintegrate in the palm of my hand. I've truly come to understand the real meaning of those words now…"
Sikou Yao gently stroked the soft fuzz on the little treasure's head and gave Xiao Chifeng a slight smile, "Daughters, well! They are to be doted on and raised…"
Xiao Chifeng also looked at the little pink bundle in her arms with eyes full of tenderness, "Yes, indeed, that's how it should be. We'll spoil her rotten, and no one is allowed to bully her…"
Sikou Yao smiled teasingly at him, "Just be careful not to spoil her too much and turn her into a brat!"
