The little guy got hit but didn't show any signs of crying. Instead, she giggled at Li Yeqi, her laughter clear and melodious, lifting everyone's spirits.
"You're still laughing?" Li Yeqi pinched her soft cheeks, and seeing her laugh, his heart melted completely. They say daughters are the lovers of their father's previous life, and now her simple laughter swept away all his exhaustion, filling him with energy.
Li Yeqi placed the little one on the bed and fetched a set of pure cotton clothes for her to wear. The little one lay on the bed, kicking and flailing, unable to stay idle for even half a minute. She giggled and teased Li Yeqi into talking to her,
Yan Luoxi stood nearby, holding the Little Demon King. As the Little Demon King flailed towards the bed, she placed him next to Xiangxiang. The four-month-old kids were quite sturdy. One of them rolled over, almost crushing Xiangxiang, and they babbled to each other in a language that seemed alien.
