Clinging tightly to Chenxing's calf, he cried in a childish voice, "Mommy's a lazybug, Mommy's bad."
Then he began to cry, "Wah."
Seventy percent real, thirty percent fake!
"Mommy doesn't play with me, Mommy just sleeps, I don't like Mommy, not even a little bit, I hate Mommy, hate..."
He lifted his head, eyes full of tears, looking every bit like a cute child deprived of a mother's love. His voice was full of grievances, making Chenxing's heart clench, and tears started rolling down her face.
Ignoring Daddy automatically, he quickly clambered up. Mommy was sitting on Daddy's lap, and he stood on Mommy's knees, wrapping his small arms around Chenxing's neck, his baby-fat face full of sorrow.
Chenxing was at a loss, not knowing what to do.
Faced with those clear, water-like eyes, looking at his long and curly eyelashes, her heart melted. She quickly wiped his tears: "Baby, don't cry, Mommy didn't do it on purpose. Mommy... I'm sorry..."
