Three-year-olds are different from older children; they tend to be incredibly clingy when they express affection, earnest and enthusiastic, just like now, with eyes glistening like a puppy, Xiangsheng followed Su Zhiruan's movements and planted a kiss on her face.
"Smack," with a loud noise, the action was quite pronounced.
"You little rascal, getting so clingy with my wife," Wen Qingyu's tone was slightly sour as he finished decorating the cake. Then he pinched his son's cheek and wrapped his arm around Su Zhiruan's waist.
But Xiangsheng was a smart little one with high emotional intelligence. Seeing that his dad was jealous again, his eyes darted about, and he hugged Wen Qingyu, climbing up on him and, just like that, gave him a smack of a kiss too.
"Okay, okay, I kissed you!" Xiangsheng jumped down from Wen Qingyu's embrace and rubbed his palms together, looking forward to the cake with anticipation.
