The fine summer rain pattered softly, and the red candles slowly burned down.
When the door opened the next morning, the air carried the fragrance of earth and greenery.
"So this is Lu Ye! I have a little brother now too! He looks so soft!"
Zhou Sesong pressed her face right up against Huahua's.
He had woken up once in the middle of the night for milk, then gone back to sleep. Around five, he had woken again, just as Zhou Yunshen came in to check on him. After feeding him another bottle, Zhou Yunshen had left for court.
After finishing his milk, Huahua had felt sleepy again and gone back to sleep.
Now that he was fully awake, he was panicking like crazy.
He had actually drunk milk fed to him by Zhou Yunshen!
Huahua: [Host, what do I do? I still can't accept this! I'm over three hundred years old, yet the Great Villain we sorted out fed me like a baby. This, this, this...]
Jiang Shuyue: [Relax. You're a baby now. He's raised three children, so feeding you is as easy as turning his hand!]
[At worst, just think of it as poisoned milk. As long as it fills you up!]
Huahua's eyes brimmed with tears.
Pretending she had heard nothing, Zhou Sesong asked Jiang Shuyue, "Mother, does my little brother dislike me? Why does he look like he's about to cry?"
"He... must be moved. It's his first time meeting so many brothers and sisters, so he's too excited to know what to do. Isn't that right, little Lu Ye?"
Huahua: ...
Fine! Moved, am I? Let me figure out how to do this...
Huahua puckered his lips and, with every ounce of strength he had, stretched his little mouth into a smile.
He looked so