After Chu Molin finished taking a shower, the two little ones were still wide-eyed, looking around curiously with their rolling black eyes.
When they saw Chu Molin coming in, they turned to look at him.
"What, do you both want me to hold you?" Chu Molin was about to reach out to hold the children.
"Smack!" Qin Xue slapped Chu Molin's outstretched hand.
"Xue'er, why are you hitting me?" Chu Molin looked at his wife, puzzled.
"You're not allowed to hold them. If you get them used to it, how am I supposed to take care of them on my own later?" Qin Xue wouldn't let Chu Molin spoil them. She wouldn't be able to carry both of them by herself if they got used to it.
"That shouldn't be a problem. I just want to hold them for a while." Chu Molin looked at his son's clear eyes staring at him, feeling an itch in his heart since he wasn't allowed to hold him.