"Xiaoyi is still small; he needs an adult to watch over him during bath time to be safe. Wait until you grow two or three years older, then you can bathe by yourself,"
Lu Fengxuan saw Xiaoyi's eyes brimming with water, his delicate little face blooming red like a ripe persimmon, dotted with tiny droplets, adorable and tempting.
The thought of such a handsome and cute son being her own filled her heart with pride and self-satisfaction.
She especially felt an urge to hold Xiaoyi's face and give him several firm kisses.
Xiaoyi, sensitive to her "fierce" gaze, cautiously moved further back into the bathtub.
However, the next second, a hand reached out and gently pinched his cheek.
Lu Fengxuan, sitting on a small stool, leaned forward and stated to Xiaoyi:
