Chu Yihan had held the little one in his arms, and Chu Heng immediately burrowed into Su Yingxue's embrace, "Mother, hug me, kiss mother!"
Chu Heng's soft little face pressed against Su Yingxue; her heart immediately softened like a pool of spring water. She hugged Chu Heng and kissed him again and again, rubbing him gently. The longing she had felt for him was finally comforted, "Heng'er is good, mother missed you so much."
"Heng'er missed mother too." Chu Heng's voice was milky, and when he spoke, he would unconsciously pout his little mouth, his red lips soft and adorable. Su Yingxue couldn't help herself and kissed him for a long time, completely forgetting the existence of the man beside her.
Chu Yihan could not get a word in amidst this deep affection between mother and son. When Chu Heng had had enough of his mother and wanted to climb onto Chu Yihan to play, Chu Yihan lifted him into the air and reprimanded him, "Where are your manners?"
