Gong Heng smiled elegantly, "To say 'I love you' is not just to speak without meaning."
Mu Mian noticed something was amiss, the light in his eyes...
Help!
But before Mu Mian could say anything, she was about to be engulfed by him.
A tiny hand clutched Gong Heng's trouser leg, "Daddy, don't press down on Mommy. Mommy's shoulder is injured and she can't carry Little Yueliang!"
Gong Heng's face turned a shade of iron blue, now green, now white, as he looked into his daughter's eyes filled with pure light. He suddenly felt his throat seize up, something stuck there, unsure whether to go up or down.
Meanwhile, Mu Mian couldn't help but giggle, gently pushing Gong Heng's hand away and deftly slipping out from under him, "Little Yueliang, come on, let's take a bath, tell a story, and then it's bedtime for us!"
Little Yueliang obediently followed Mu Mian, "Mommy, if Daddy presses down on you next time, tell Little Yueliang, and Little Yueliang will beat him up for you!"
