But, honestly, who could resist a kiss from such a little milk bun?
Tang Wenhuo looked at his empty hands and then towards Tang Chuang: ...
"Dad, steady on, don't float away when you walk."
***
By the time Tang Jin woke up in a daze the next day.
She had dealt with Yan the day before and then lost all memory after cuddling her little dust whisk.
At that moment, Little Milk Bun rubbed his big eyes.
He looked at the face that suddenly appeared very close to him.
The slivers of sunlight peeking through the curtain gap fell on his exquisite profile.
Fine gold-rimmed glasses imbued him with a scholarly and gentle elegance from inside out.
Little Milk Jin hadn't reacted yet and reached out to touch the familiar face.
Then—pinched it hard.
Tang Wenhuo, who was leaning in, got a good pinch from Little Milk Jin, sucked in a low breath of cool air, and, seeming to realize what Little Bun was thinking, he raised his hand to stop those little paws.