"Brother Ayin, I want you to carry me over," Lu Fengxuan said, spreading her arms out to him.
Yu Chiyin was arranging the bowls and chopsticks; upon hearing this, he looked up and couldn't help but recall that Jiujiu had made the same gesture downstairs just moments ago.
He walked over, bent down to lift her, and chuckled in her ear, "Just now, your daughter was acting spoiled just like this."
"Hmm?" Lu Fengxuan raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you annoyed with me?"
Yu Chiyin lowered his head, his prominent nose nuzzling against her forehead as he laughed softly, "Of course not, I wouldn't dare."
"This is you not daring?" Lu Fengxuan pinched the flesh on his arm and twisted it, "You're just making fun of me for being as spoiled as your daughter, aren't you? Saying that I don't act like a mother should, right?"
She wasn't very strong, so her pinching was more token than painful, and she quickly gave up due to the soreness in her hand.
