The soft, wet sensation and the unique milky scent of a child penetrated her nose, melting Lai Bao's guarded heart.
The little baby kissed her once and, still unsatisfied, kissed her several more times, covering Lai Bao's forehead with drool. The soft, tender little body burrowed into her arms, and a subtle feeling rose at the bottom of her heart.
She couldn't quite name the feeling, but it was very magical.
Just as Lai Bao's heart was about to melt into tenderness the next moment, there was a ripping sound—her nightgown was torn in half by the little baby.
"Why are you tearing my clothes?"
Lai Bao widened her eyes, a chill spreading across her chest where she wore nothing underneath. She looked at the smiling little baby and did not know whether to laugh or cry, unable to get angry, "You little rascal, what exactly are you trying to do?"
The little baby grinned broadly, clearly very happy!
