Are these two little guys deliberately trying to give her a hard time?
Mu Jingnan's eyes carried a faint hint of a smile. If you looked closely, you'd find that deep within his eyes, they were brimming with what seemed like affection.
Not ostentatious, not deliberate; anyone with a keen eye could spot it immediately.
But Situ Yunshu didn't want to notice, nor did she want to delve deeper.
Mu Shaoxi pouted, "Auntie~"
The little Nuomi also started to whine, "Auntie, just blow on it for Uncle~"
This childish voice, this act of wheedling...
Situ Yunshu pressed her forehead, imagining the scene of her blowing on Mu Jingnan. It was unbearably awkward.
After much hesitation, she finally looked up and asked the man who had been silent, "Do you want me to blow on it for you?"
"Yes." Why wouldn't he?
A once-in-a-lifetime chance, he longed for it.
Why would he refuse?
