Luo Baojun was spanked, feeling upset, and though he wanted to curse, all that came out were cries. He realized he couldn't speak human language, it was too frustrating.
He was a teenager's soul in an infant's body, and it was incredibly difficult.
A teenager feeling the care from adults, the adult servants, and maids, as they tended to him, wiping his body down.
If he were a true infant, he wouldn't have this embarrassment.
The teenager's face turned red.
It was a blush of shame.
"Madam, what a beautiful young master, he's seven pounds!"
Luo Baojun only heard the servant's voice, speaking to his mother.
After wiping his body and dressing him, they wrapped him in cloth and carried him to his mother's side.
Madam Luo was asleep, but when she glanced at her son, her eyes were full of affection.
This was a child born at great risk, a legacy for the Luo Family, and she was very happy.
