"You don't even remember your own special day, yet you're planning to visit Aunt's place. Aren't you afraid your tummy might feel uncomfortable, little dummy."
Jiang Jingming affectionately pinched Sang Yu's nose.
Sang Yu was taken aback. Was this why he didn't want her to go out?
"You remembered my special day today?"
Jiang Jingming: "What can I do? There's a little dummy who always forgets, so I have to remember."
As Jiang Jingming spoke, he got up, took out something he'd prepared from the drawer, and handed it to Sang Yu, saying, "I'll go cook some brown sugar water for you. Go change your clothes first."
Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, and a warm sensation surged in her heart.
In the evening, Jiang Jingming embraced Sang Yu, massaging her tummy.
His hands were large and warm, and with his warmth radiating from behind, she felt incredibly secure.
At this moment, she understood the essence of happiness.
Without realizing it, Sang Yu fell asleep.
