With his bottom dry and clean, Xibao was rolling back and forth on the bed.
"Mommy, Mommy!" He called out, laughing and exploring, waving his arms around. Suddenly, he found himself on top of Feng Qingxue who was stretching lazily in bed. "Milk, milk! Mommy, milk!" he cried out.
"Mommy doesn't drink milk!" Feng Qingxue responded, "However, who are you anyway? I don't recognize you."
Xibao sat upright, pointing at his own nose, "Baby!"
"So who drinks the milk then?"
"Baby! Baby!" Xibao responded joyfully, his chubby cheeks so lovable.
