Her sleeve was tugged by someone, and Cocoa Sauce looked down to see Xiaoyi's handsome face in miniature.
Then she heard him say in all seriousness, "Auntie Cocoa, my daddy doesn't like shaking hands with girls, he only holds hands with my mommy."
...A direct hit to the heart.
Cocoa Sauce turned into a lemon, sour to the core, but didn't forget to teasingly prod Xiaoyi: "Isn't your mommy a girl?"
"Yes," Xiaoyi nodded and said, "That's exactly why he held mommy's hand, so he can't hold any other girls' hands."
"I see, well then," Cocoa Sauce said enviously, "I'll also find a boy who will only hold my hand in the future."
As she spoke, Brother Ayin's gaze fell on her, seemingly casual yet somewhat deliberate.
Xiaoyi stretched out his little hand, "Auntie Cocoa, I can hold your hand now."
"Xiaoyi, you're so considerate." Cocoa Sauce's heart, bloated with dog food, was healed quite a bit by Xiaoyi.
