Jian Shichu was amused by his son and lightly tapped his head, laughing, "You little rascal, always taking advantage of your mom!"
"Ah Ling is not stinky," the little guy furrowed his tiny brows, looking extremely aggrieved, "Ah Ling is fragrant, just like mommy is fragrant!"
He wriggled out of Jian Shichu's arms, ran to Ye Qingci, reached for her head, and asked her to smell him, "Ah Ling is not stinky, Ah Ling is fragrant!"
Ye Qingci was tickled by his antics and hugged him tightly, giving him a strong kiss, "Mm! Our Ah Ling is fragrant, the most fragrant!"
The little guy hugged Ye Qingci's neck, sneaked a glance at Jian Shichu, and said with grievance, "Daddy said Ah Ling is stinky."
Ye Qingci whispered into his ear, "That's because Daddy is jealous! Ah Ling only kisses mommy, not daddy. Daddy got upset and said Ah Ling is stinky. If you kiss daddy a few times, daddy will be happy and won't say Ah Ling is stinky anymore."
