Long Yue fed the baby and held him for a while, but because her body was really weak, Duanmu Nan came in, had her drink a bowl of nourishing herbal soup, and then put her to sleep.
Li Qingmu, feeling glum, held the little guy and went out.
"It's all your fault, all your fault! Made your dad look foolish in front of your mom. Little thing, tell me, are you here to collect debts? First, you tormented your mom, and now you're coming after me?"
Li Qingmu skillfully held him with one hand, while the other hand gently poked at his belly.
Gotta say, a baby's belly is plump and soft, feels pretty good to gently poke!
Li Qingmu got addicted to poking.
"Little rascal, so naughty, tormenting mom, tormenting dad!"
"Pfft!"
Li Qingmu poked a bit too hard, and it ended in disaster.
A stream of water shot out directly, spraying not just into the sky, no—it sprayed all over Li Qingmu's face, drenching him from head to toe.
For a moment, the whole world fell silent.
