"Cough cough, well, Mom, can you teach me how to hold the baby? I, I'm afraid to hold it..." Qin Jiran asked for guidance, feeling embarrassed. He was really scared that he would hurt the child with his clumsy hands.
"Don't be afraid. Like this, follow my actions, be gentle, and slow..." Mother Su was very experienced and patient, teaching Qin Jiran little by little how to pick up the child.
Qin Jiran's movements were still very stiff. After holding the tiny bundle in his arms, he dared not move at all.
"Ah, ah!" Perhaps because he was being held by his dad, Little Bun in Qin Jiran's arms seemed very happy and smiled at him, while making 'ah' sounds as if he was greeting him. No wonder Xiao Su Nuo said they were smart.
Listening to the familiar sounds that were just like those he heard through earphones, Qin Jiran was holding his eldest son, a healthy little fatso with chubby cheeks that made him want to take a bite.
