Mo Ang gave the little girl a kiss on her cheek with a loud "smack," the sound itself carrying a strong sense of fatherly love.
To his surprise, the little girl was not satisfied, furrowing her delicate brows, pouting her rosy little lips, and said angrily, "Not like this, Daddy, you have to kiss here, you have to kiss here." Her chubby little finger pointed at her own mouth.
Mo Ang gave an awkward smile. "That's not for Daddy to kiss, that one is reserved for your future husband!"
The little girl was so upset that tears started to fall, pattering down. "Kiss… kiss… kiss…"
As she sobbed indignantly, she looked at Mommy with a jealous gaze, and even Mo Ang, no matter how clumsy, could understand that the child meant, 'You can kiss Mommy, why can't you kiss me? You love Mommy, not me!'
Mo Ang gently coaxed the little girl. "What do you want to eat? Daddy will get it for you, okay? How about a peach?"
