Jinjin is the pillar of the household!
Jinjin is not a naughty little one!
The chubby little hands clutched the 'soldier' Tang Wenyu had picked up, trying hard to argue...
"Hey! This move..."
"Grandpa, a placed piece cannot be moved."
He sat with his legs casually apart, one hand protecting the little one in his arms, the other pinching the chess piece he had just 'captured'.
He teased with a slightly upturned crimson lip, his collar slightly open, the soft fabric draping over his defined collarbones.
Smiling with an easy, roguish charm, somewhat like a fox who's gotten its way.
The old man was extremely annoyed, rubbing his hands together again and again.
"Really, teaching the apprentice means starving the master—"
The 'spoils of war' were neatly arranged to one side.
Only then did Tang Wenyu realize the Little Milk Bun in his arms had silently fallen asleep.
Long lashes lowered.
Couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.
