"Xiao Yue'er!"
Lu Yang's large hand began to stroke Aunt Jiang Yue's head again, softly calling out.
"Daddy!" Lu Yang's reply made Aunt Jiang Yue even more excited.
Lu Yang lowered his head, took Aunt Jiang Yue's ear into his mouth, first blew a breath of air, then softly asked, "Aunt, do you have a father complex?"
"Do you like it when I call you 'Daddy'? Don't all you men like it when we women call you that?" Aunt Jiang Yue continued to bury her head in Lu Yang's embrace, responding as she did.
"I don't know about other men, but I really like it when you call me that!" Lu Yang laughed, "It's just..."
"Just that my father is actually still around, am I using you as a substitute?" It's not for nothing that mature women are insightful. Some things that the younger generation can't think of seem obvious to Aunt Jiang Yue, who appears to just need a thought to reach the correct conclusion.
Lu Yang nodded.
He liked Aunt Jiang Yue's clarity.
