When her breathing became long and slow, Zhao Zhan finally shifted his gaze to the child.
He gestured with his arms a few times, not knowing how to start.
The baby wasn't even as thick as his arm. He felt that the little guy would cry until the sky fell and the earth cracked if he put a finger down.
"You're a little ugly."
Zhao Zhan looked at him and couldn't help but Mutter, "It's a little noisy when you cry. You'll disturb your mother's peace if you do it."
Seeing that the little fellow's brows were tightly furrowed as if he was about to burst into tears, Zhao Zhan looked at Yue Jiaojiao worriedly. He recalled the way Madam Qin had carried the child just now, gritted his teeth, and picked the child up.
"Madam Qin." Zhao Zhan didn't dare to use any strength for fear of hurting him. "He isn't opening his eyes, and he keeps wanting to cry."
