So Good-looking He Could Be Eaten

Su Ying felt that Xiao Jin seemed to want to strangle her waist until it broke, but she didn't know what he was so worked up about.

She twisted her body and slapped his hand away. "Why are you hugging me so tightly?"

"I'm worried you'll feel cold."

Su Ying looked at the blazing sun above her head and felt that Xiao Jin's brain might be acting up again. "I'm not cold. Let go first."

"No."

Just as Su Ying was about to pinch his waist, the two little ones ran over when they saw their parents.

"Father, Mother."

The two little fellows had changed their clothes, and their tiny faces were flushed. They pounced on their parents like birds returning to their nests.

When he saw the children, Xiao Jin loosened his grip slightly.

"What were you practicing with Mother just now?"

"Practicing dodging. Father, do you want to play with us too?"

"Alright. I'll go with you two later."