Qin Huan, "..."
Huo Jinnan moved his hand away and sat there.
Qin Huan looked down at Xiaoliao, who was turning his head to look at Huo Jinnan, that gaze—
Was it dissatisfaction, a warning?
If Huo Jinnan could see it, I wonder how he'd feel.
Xiaoliao glanced at Huo Jinnan, then turned and lunged at Qin Huan, biting down and continuing to feed.
Huo Jinnan listened to the sound, his brow furrowing tighter than before.
Qin Huan looked at the father and son duo, unable to hold back a chuckle, "Xiaoliao is always so protective of his food."
Huo Jinnan sat there, his voice deep and velvety, "Then he's mistaken. You're my food, not his."
Qin Huan blushed slightly, "You—"
The voice softened, seeing the two little ones, and she said no more.
Huo Jinnan sat there, thinking of how the little guy used to always fight him for his wife, and now there's another Xiaoliao. The two brothers might have similar temperaments; daughters are definitely better.
