The excitent of Little Honey Pot made Little Tangguan unhappy.
Curled up in Aunt Ji Nan’s arms, whimpering with eyebrows furrowed, looking like about to cry, reaching out to Jie Kong as well.
With pitiful eyes darting back and forth between Ji Nan and his brother, his little mouth pursed, he wailed twice.
Mo Shu quickly picked up the child, saying, "What’s wrong, Tangguan? Are you hungry?"
But Little Tangguan wasn’t hungry at all.
He pouted and squird, his rosy cheeks with eyes sparkling, reaching out towards Jie Kong.
Jie Kong looked over naturally, and with that glance, the strange feeling in his heart deepened.
The one in his arms did resemble him a bit, but the feeling wasn’t strong, as the child looked more like his mother.
However, the Tangguan in her arms looked as if he were made from the sa mold as Jie Kong...
Jie Kong felt more complicated and asked, "What’s this child’s na?"
Mo Shu held the baby and sat down beside him.
Mo Shu sat neither too close nor too far.
Jie Kong distinctly slled the faint fragrance emanating from her as she sat, mixed with a slight milky scent, that fell next to him.
This utterly unfamiliar scent gave Jie Kong an unprecedented strange feeling.
For so reason, his heart felt touched, and Jie Kong instantly beca stiff.
Mo Shu didn’t notice the man’s unusual reaction beside her and softly asked, "Are you asking for the nickna or the given na?"
Jie Kong felt sowhat unsettled, suddenly finding her voice so pleasant.
Jie Kong forced calm and asked, "What’s the nickna?"
"The elder one is called Tangguan, resembles his father, which is the one I am holding."
Jie Kong couldn’t help but look.
The little baby in her arms was still stubbornly reaching out to him, but with little short hands and seemingly deliberately held slightly away, the child could only babble and reach to grasp the air.
He wasn’t sure if the kid resembled his father, but he definitely thought they shared seven or eight points of similarity with him.
He thought, given the young age and such features, perhaps he’d grow to resemble him even more?
Jie Kong wanted to move a little closer to the child’s position.
This thought led to his action.
When Jie Kong realized it, he was within a half fist’s distance from Mo Shu.
Mo Shu looked at him with so surprise.
Jie Kong rarely felt a bit embarrassed, lowered his head to avoid facing Mo Shu’s gaze, looked at the child, and reached out his hand.
Little Tangguan imdiately grasped it and called out louder.
Mo Shu chuckled, "Little guy is vying for attention."
Little Tangguan opened his mouth and cried, clutching Jie Kong’s finger tightly, howling several tis.
Jie Kong looked at the child, feeling a surge of compassion, "Does he want to hold him?"
"Yes," Mo Shu softly responded, "When his father was around, those two often fought like this, just wanting to be held."
"I see," Jie Kong caught the loneliness in her words, and his mood seed to drop a little too, his gaze fell back on the child, saying, "Why not give him to ?"
Mo Shu smiled gently and handed Little Tangguan over.
Jie Kong now had one in each arm, and Little Tangguan finally got happy, looking at Jie Kong with bright eyes and grinning excitedly.
Jie Kong’s heart softened, "You haven’t told his given na yet."
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