"Mummy, boys' heads shouldn't be touched at random like that; I'm all grown up now."
Xiaoyi made no effort to hide the disgust on his face.
When Lu Fengxuan heard him say that, she deliberately ruffled his hair a few more times, "So what if you're grown up? You're still my son when you've grown up."
"When you were one or two years old, I used to change your diapers, wash your bottom, everything was fine, but now you're disgusted when I just touch your hair? Are you really my son?"
A child's hair is very soft and warm.
Moreover, seeing Xiaoyi's hair combed so neatly, like a prim little gentleman, there was something particularly satisfying about messing it up.
Lu Fengxuan couldn't resist and ruffled his hair some more, not hiding her mischievous pleasure.
Xiaoyi: "..."
He had just gone upstairs to see Daddy, who would have expected to fall into Mummy's clutches?
"Xiaoyi, you're up, where's your sister?" Up the stairs, Lu Fengxuan, holding Xiaoyi's hand, asked.
