Xu Duoyu felt wronged from the smack, rubbing his sore head, "Mom, I'm not talking nonsense, he really was laughing at me."
Yang Cuihua gave Xu Duoyu an unamused glance, "Silly child."
Yang Cuihua and Xu Niannian didn't think much of it, assuming it was just Xiao Bao laughing, so Xu Duoyu said that.
Xu Niannian smiled and lifted Xiao Bao, "Uncle says you were laughing at him. Let mommy see if our baby Nian is laughing."
The soft and cuddly Xiao Bao was picked up by Xu Niannian, his eyes somewhat unfocused, half-open and looking hazy as if he still wanted to sleep.
Long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the lamp light.
The eyelashes were long and curled, thick and dark. With his small eyes, nose, and mouth besides, he looked just like a delicate porcelain doll.
Xu Niannian gently kissed Xiao Bao's face.
Xiao Bao's half-closed eyelids trembled, slowly lifting as if unveiling themselves from the corners of his eyes.
