Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Su Yue put the spoon and the container away and lazily leaned backward. She said in a lazy drawl, “You think too much. I didn’t cook breakfast specially for you. I gave you some, since there were leftovers.”


  She raised her voice and repeated firmly. “It’s leftovers.”


  She rolled her eyes and averted her gaze.

  She suppressed a giggle.

  Ming Ansheng wound his arms around Su Yue’s waist. He kissed the crook of her neck and whispered, “Yueyue, you don’t mean what you say. But you weren’t like this in the past.”


  How he missed the little girl who would always blatantly speak her mind and was always so unabashed.

  And he was always so troubled over her boldness.

  On the contrary, he was troubled now because she was too aloof and reserved.

  His warm breath tickled Su Yue, and her body felt limp.

  She shrugged her shoulders and snapped. “Don’t do this. Xiaojiao is watching us.”


  Su Yue pushed Ming Ansheng away. He pressed his forehead and glanced at Xiaojiao. “Xiaojiao, daddy’s head is hurting.”


  The lass heard her name and hastily raised her head. “I touch your head.”


  The lass stumbled as she tried to stand up. She climbed onto the couch and massaged Ming Ansheng’s temples.

  As though she had experience.

  Ming Ansheng raised his head and kissed Xiaojiao’s chubby cheek. “What a good daughter.”


  He put Xiaojiao on his lap and kissed the other cheek.

  Wasn’t this fellow aware that he was sick?

  He kept kissing and hugging Xiaojiao. What if he passed the germs to Xiaojiao?

  Su Yue sat on a corner and watched their intimate actions with a disapproving look.

  She wanted to stop him, but no words came out of her mouth.

  “Uncle, drink more water. And eat medicine.” Xiaojiao gently patted Ming Ansheng’s back and instructed him.

  Ming Ansheng obediently nodded. “Yes, I will listen to Doctor Xiaojiao.”


  “Good.” Xiaojiao patted Ming Ansheng’s shoulders with a satisfied smile.

  “Daddy has no more strength.”


  Su Yue hastily covered Xiaojiao’s mouth. “Ming Ansheng, that’s enough. You are sick. What if you spread your germs to her?”


  She glared at Ming Ansheng with a frown.

  Ming Ansheng didn’t look at Su Yue and replied, “I want to dote on you but you refused. So, I can only dote on my daughter.”


  This fellow was so childish. And he was almost 30 years old!

  This man, who behaved like a child, had exasperated Su Yue.

  But she had to admit that the defenses she built up had crumbled.

  She picked up the container and stiffly said, “Alright, I’ll feed you. Stop fooling around.”


  She bent her head and stirred the porridge. Then she blew on it.

  Ming Ansheng lazily leaned against the couch as he gazed at Su Yue. He looked smug and pleased.

  Su Yue blew at the porridge on the spoon, and she moved it to Ming Ansheng’s mouth. But he interjected, “Before you feed me, test the temperature first.”


  Su Yue knitted her eyebrows. “Alright, I got it. You’re so troublesome.”


  “Stop lying.” Ming Ansheng stretched his hand as he stroked Su Yue’s chin. His eyes sparkled seductively. He then flashed a sly grin.

  Su Yue blushed red, and she pushed the spoon to his mouth. “Eat now. It’s not hot anymore.”