"Your neck needs to be wiped too."
"Okay."
Watching this, Mrs. Song's eyes filled with tears. Were this young couple about to make up?
She said excitedly, "Mengmeng, look who I brought to see you?"
"Ah!" Little Baobei Jingxing grinned, and let out a crisp little shout.
The little one was still babbling; these soft sounds were all he could manage.
"Isn't this little Baobei Jingxing?"
Lu Meng was so excited she wanted to hold him. The moment she lifted her hand, a hand pressed it back down. Song Yunchi said anxiously, "Don't move, you're still on an IV, you can't move around."
"But I want to hold Jingxing." she said, aggrieved.
Her pair of damp eyes just looked at Song Yunchi like that.
"I'll do it."
Putting down the wet towel, he took Jingxing from Mrs. Song's arms and held him by her side. Jingxing's chubby little hand touched her face.
Seeing his mom, the little guy's mood was especially good; he grinned all by himself, silly and happy.
