"Okay!" Ji Anning nodded lightly, reached out to pick up the sweet soup, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her mouth.
"Mommy drink."
Fenfen suddenly lifted her little spoon, turned around, tiptoed, and pressed the spoon to Ji Anning's lips.
In fact, the soup had already spilled from the spoon, but Ji Anning still cooperatively opened her mouth, pretending it tasted good, "Thank you, Fenfen is so good."
Pleased by the praise, Fenfen was very happy. She turned back around, scooped another spoonful, this time for Ji Chicheng.
When the spoon reached Ji Chicheng's mouth, he smiled faintly, opened his mouth, and symbolically took a sip of the soup his daughter had fed him.
Such a warm scene could easily make one lose themselves, make one succumb.
In Fenfen's bright and happy smile, Ji Anning was slowly infected, her face alight with a joyous smile that had been long absent for Ji Chicheng to see.
He watched her, his gaze deep.
"Be careful."
