The children have been growing up a bit fast lately, their little eyes are getting more and more intelligent, and they can even recognize people.
As long as you walk around in front of them, be nice to them, and coax them a bit, the next ti you see them, they will definitely grin foolishly at you.
Whether others want to see them smile or not, it doesn’t matter, smiling is just right.
Mo Shu and Ji Nan were holding the two little ones in the garden, where Jie Kong was sitting in the pavilion, eyes closed, seemingly ditating.
Sensing soone coming, Jie Kong opened his eyes.
The face that closely resembled Yu Siqiao’s, once his eyes were opened, beca indistinguishable, exactly the sa.
Mo Shu was montarily dazed, and quickly walked over to him.
Jie Kong remained still, Mo Shu asked, "How is your injury?"
Jie Kong’s background is quite extraordinary.
Not only does he have subordinates who look very formidable at first glance, but he also managed to obtain the antidote for the poison in his body.
Moreover, he even invited a very skillful doctor to specifically treat him, showing him great respect.
Mo Shu speculated that he should be so heir of a great family or sothing similar.
And from a very wealthy, very powerful family.
Jie Kong replied, "Much better."
He didn’t speak much, keeping it brief and to the point.
Suddenly, the Little Honey Pot in Mo Shu’s arms started waving its little arms, the small bell on the hand jingling.
His big, round eyes fixed on Jie Kong, babbling in a sweet, childish voice, reaching out with both hands towards Jie Kong, asking for a hug.
Only then did Jie Kong’s gaze shift to the little one in her arms.
Though he had been around the mother and her kids for several days, Jie Kong wasn’t mindful of these two little babies and hadn’t even really looked at them.
Jie Kong noticed for the first ti that this little one, always nursing or sleeping in his mother’s arms, was very cute—chubby cheeks, pink gums fully exposed as it laughed at him.
It looked a lot like Mo Shu in its features.
But the more he looked, the more Jie Kong found it peculiar.
Was it his illusion?
How did he feel... that it also looked a bit like him?
The little one babbled on, reaching out towards Jie Kong, the voice growing louder.
Mo Shu inexplicably felt a pinch in her heart, walked over with the Little Honey Pot, and said, "Go ahead and hold him."
Jie Kong instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing the little one’s enthusiastic expression, the words of refusal were suddenly choked back.
So adorable.
Jie Kong, who was holding a sword, paused for a mont, but eventually set the sword aside and reached out to the Little Honey Pot.
Mo Shu carefully placed the little one in his arms, and the Little Honey Pot beca instantly excited, grabbing at Jie Kong’s clothes, babbling loudly without knowing what it was saying.
Even when held by Yu Siqiao, he wasn’t this excited.
Seeing the little one’s happy look, Mo Shu’s lips gradually curved into a slight smile, but her eyes involuntarily grew hot and moist.
Jie Kong, accustod to riding the battlefield, wielding a longsword and lance, was holding sothing so soft for the first ti in his life.
An infant.
This feeling was so unfamiliar.
This tenderness seed to penetrate through his twenty-two years of cold life, straight into his heart.
Jie Kong’s lips unconsciously curved into a small smile, as if he was affected by the excitent of the little one in his arms.
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