Inside the airport terminal:
Luoluo had fallen heavily to the ground, pouting his little lips pitifully.
"Ah..."
It hurts so much...
Jing Rui swiftly pushed away the nearby media reporters, then rushed forward, crouched down, and gathered Luoluo into his arms.
"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
Luoluo: "..."
Uncle's voice is so gentle, so magnetic.
I really like it...
Behind his sunglasses, Luoluo's big, watery eyes looked up at Jing Rui.
Wow... Seen up close, Uncle really looks just like me.
"No..."
Luoluo shook his head, but his little lips were still pouted high.
"Hmm."
Jing Rui nodded slightly. For some reason, even though he hadn't held many children before, having this little one snuggled in his arms felt completely natural. His actions were oddly skillful.
As if it came instinctively... Or perhaps it was how it was meant to be.
Listening to the little one's fluent English, paired with his tiny sunglasses, it made him seem incredibly cool.
