He nodded. "Of course."
And so, Comrade Chen Xiaobao began to run his little hands all over Gu Rongjin.
Chen Momo was speechless. Was there a hole she could crawl into to die of embarrassment? Having a son like this was beyond awkward.
Unable to endure it any longer, Chen Momo's face darkened as she yelled, "Chen—Xiao—Bao!"
Chen Xiaobao raised his innocent little face and ran over, his feet going PATTER PATTER against the floor. "What's wrong, Mommy?"
Chen Momo kept a stern face. "Why are you running around? Sit here and behave!"
"Oh," Chen Xiaobao replied. His tiny body, wrapped in a white bathrobe, obediently sat down next to Chen Momo.
After a while, the restless Chen Xiaobao stood up again and cupped his chubby little hands against Chen Momo's ear. "Mommy, let me tell you a secret."
Assuming it was nothing serious, Chen Momo asked, "What is it?"
