The little Qin Mo froze. The softness he felt on the side of his face made him forget to push the little tiger away. His senses were flooded with the smell of milk and candy and his eyes opened wide, as though he wasn't willing to accept what had happened. But it was unavoidable. His fingers froze.
Old Master An was momentarily taken aback when he saw the expression on his grandson but after a while, he couldn't hold in his laughter. The daring little tiger had kissed his grandson. This was the first time his grandson was kissed by someone. The kisses when he was still a baby didn't count. For as long as he could remember, Qin Mo had never let himself be kissed.
When they had been in the Courtyard, the little children at his age had all found his grandson to be too mature and wouldn't engage in such intimate behavior. This was also because his grandson had been particular about cleanliness since young.
