Love You, Baby

At Liu Rushuang's coaxing, the baby quickly stopped crying. It left Han Moze speechless, the corner of his lips twitching.

He would never believe that he can't sweet-talk a kid.

Reaching out to take the other infant from a handmaiden, he found the child's puffy cheeks as well as how she looked peaceful and truly adorable.

But why did this feel as if he was carrying cotton? Why was the child so light?

His hands actually trembled a little, fearing that he would drop the baby.

"Hahaha… just look at you. Why are you trembling so much?"

Liu Rushuang could not help laughing. The tyrant looked so funny carrying a child, as if he was carrying some precious treasure that left his entire body stiffening and twitching.

"Shut it! You're forbidden from mocking!"

Han Moze narrowed his eyes right to glare unhappily at Liu Rushuang.

Hmph! His own woman is mocking him?! Absolutely unforgivable! That hurt his self-esteem…

Bwaaaah—