At a young age, with baby-talk still slurring their speech, they gaze at Leh Ying with eyes bright as glossy grapes.
It was a simple affection, the desire to give a peck, like how elders showed their love and reward with a kiss.
"I can kiss Sister Yingying, right, just like how my mom kisses me."
Leh Ying bent down to talk to the little one, "On the cheek?"
On the other end of the phone came a man's cool voice, "Leh Ying, you're bending over just like that?"
With a hint of indifference laced with the sound of gnawing on a cigarette, he called her out by name.
Leh Ying suddenly stood up straight. It was him who called voluntarily, thinking he was in a good mood to bestow her with his attention this once, but why had his temper flared up so suddenly? Where did she go wrong to displease the Crown Prince?
"It's... it's the neighbor's kid, he's only this big. How can I talk to him without bending down?"
