Little Ye'er stuck his little tongue out, using his two small hands to point at the corners of his eyes and the corner of his mouth, making a funny face.
"Little devil." Xiao Yuchuan's eyes were full of affection.
Su Qingyue saw that the father and son had already made their plans, and she went along with them.
She lay on the bed, and Little Ye'er chose to sleep in the middle. Xiao Yuchuan stretched out his long arms and embraced both his wife and son.
Little Ye'er was squished, and protested with a muffled voice, "Hey, don't squeeze so hard, I'm almost flattened into a flatbread."
"You really do look like a flatbread..." Yuchuan laughed heartily.
"Don't think I can't hear you saying I'm flat. Want to get smacked, right?" Little Ye'er sighed in a faux dramatic way, "Being flat isn't my fault, I'm your son, so it's Dad's genes that aren't good. Do you understand genes? Mom taught me, simply put, you didn't pass down good genes to me."
