The little guy was ecstatic after his success, wandering around the room.
Song Song took considerable effort to catch him, soaking wet as if she had just run three thousand meters.
"You cheeky little thing, if you keep being naughty, I'll spank your bottom. Tell me, what does your dad like to eat? Let's go to the kitchen and make it for him..."
Song Song was panting, and her throat still tasted a bit bloody.
To begin with, she was a premature baby; furthermore, her body wasn't well cared for after childbirth, leaving behind some lingering issues—not serious illnesses, but enough to persist for life.
Xiao Beibei saw Song Song's pale face, thin sweat covering her face, and frowned slightly, "Song Song, are you okay? You look really tired."
"No, not very tired. You go ahead!"
Once finished, she'd go back to her room to rest; her little frame was also terribly weak.
