Moonlit: Happy 100th chapter, everyone!!!
Feng Yuan didn’t like watching news channels. He preferred cartoons.
“Yuan Yuan.”
Before Feng Yuan could change the channel, someone leaned over from behind the sofa.
It was Li Ting, who was staying at home.
Seeing him sprawled on the sofa with his chubby little feet propped up on a cushion, looking utterly content, Li Ting couldn’t resist teasing him. “You look pretty comfortable lying there.”
“Mm-hmm. Very comfortable.”
As he spoke, Feng Yuan sat up straight.
His chubby little hands instinctively clutched his thermos to his chest.
Li Ting pinched his chubby cheeks and then his chubby feet.
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan could tell that his uncle wanted to play with him.
He casually set the remote aside and raised his sockless chubby feet even higher.
Deliberately, he lifted his plump foot right in front of his uncle’s face.
Playing along, Li Ting sniffed it and made a disgusted expression. “So stinky, so stinky!”
Feng Yuan giggled and tried to “stink” his uncle again with his chubby foot.
The two of them played like this for a while, with Feng Yuan laughing heartily.
Eventually, Li Ting grew tired of teasing him.
“Alright, no more playing. Uncle is thirsty. Let me have a sip of your water.”
Feng Yuan: “!”
Without a second thought, Feng Yuan shook his head.
He hugged his thermos tightly. “No.”
Li Ting: “Tsk.”
Li Ting: “Such a stingy little kid.”
Feng Yuan was anything but stingy. He was always the most filial.
If his thermos had contained water, he would have gladly shared it with his uncle.
But right now, the thermos didn’t hold water. It held evidence that might get him into trouble.
Feng Yuan didn’t dare hand it over.
Just as Li Ting was about to walk away, unable to get the water, the little one tugged at his sleeve.
“Uncle, Yuan Yuan will pour you some water!”
There was a small teapot on the coffee table with warm water inside.
Feng Yuan sat up energetically from the sofa and poured his uncle a cup of water.
After drinking the water Feng Yuan poured for him, Li Ting retracted his comment about him being a stingy kid.
Li Ting stayed with him for a little while longer before leaving.
Once Li Ting was gone, Feng Yuan picked up the remote again to change the channel.
Just as he was about to switch, a new news report flashed on the screen.
It was coverage of a murder case.
Victims had appeared simultaneously in several locations, all of them missing their heads.
The only thing they had in common was a black tattoo on their bodies.
As the news continued to broadcast, Feng Yuan’s little head began to buzz.
Thinking of his grandparents, as well as Little Deer and Baozi’s tattoos, the ice cream in his mouth suddenly lost its sweetness.
He called his dad.
“Dad, will people with tattoos get killed?”
Hearing his son’s blunt question, Feng Qi paused for a moment before deciding to answer truthfully. “Yes. These tattoo stickers originate from the Headless Tribe.”
“Yuan Yuan, don’t tell Little Deer and Baozi about this yet. They’ll panic if they find out.”
Little Deer and Baozi were ordinary people.
Even if they knew about this, they wouldn’t be able to help.
After giving his warning, Feng Qi turned his attention to his son.
“Stay home and behave. Don’t get involved in this matter.”
Feng Qi knew his son was clever.
Not only was he clever, but he was also bold.
Last time, he had used himself as bait to lure the Zheng, and it had worked effectively.
Feng Qi was afraid he might try the same tactic again.
A little divine beast like Feng Yuan, with his tender, plump flesh that was highly nourishing, was, to be honest, quite tempting to many.
If he wanted to lure someone, he’d be far more effective than Feng Qi, the great phoenix himself.
Once Feng Qi’s aura was released, any demons or beasts within a hundred-mile radius who knew better would automatically steer clear.
But if Feng Yuan’s aura was detected, all the ferocious demons and beasts within a hundred-mile radius would come drooling.
The Headless Tribe had no particular taste for humans, but they had a fondness for beautiful, pleasing heads.
A pretty little fledgling like Feng Yuan was exactly their type.
“Yuan Yuan, Dad has to go for now.”
After exchanging a few more words with his son, Feng Qi hung up.
Staring at the disconnected call, Feng Yuan no longer felt like watching cartoons.
He sat on the sofa and called his grandfather next.
When his grandparents saw it was him calling, they both squeezed into the frame.
“Yuan Yuan, I heard you have guests at home?”
“Yes, my good friend is here.”
Feng Yuan’s little milky voice was obedient: “Grandma, I’ll come see you as soon as I find the time.”
“Okay.”
Michelle smiled at him and told him about the freshly baked cookies she’d made.
“They’re your favorite chocolate flavor. Your cousins will bring some back for you when they return.”
“Yay!”
Feng Yuan hadn’t been able to buy any chocolate during the day. He’d run out of money.
Now, with these chocolate-flavored cookies, he could make up for that disappointment.
“Grandma’s cookies are the best!”
Feng Yuan had nothing but the highest praise for his grandmother’s baking.
The two adults and the child chatted over video for quite a while.
Feng Yuan didn’t know if his grandparents had seen the news.
He didn’t want to scare them, so he hadn’t mentioned it.
Just before hanging up, Feng Yuan looked at his grandparents with a serious expression and declared, “Grandpa, Grandma, I will definitely protect you!”
His words left Robert and Michelle momentarily stunned.
Then, the smiles on their faces grew even wider than before.
Robert chuckled a couple of times before straightening his face and clearing his throat.
“Ahem, no need to talk about protecting us. Just focus on protecting yourself.”
“If you run into any bad people again, just call Grandpa.”
Last time, Boss Hu had tried to hire someone to take out Feng Yuan, but ended up hiring Robert instead.
Now, Boss Hu was like a grasshopper in late autumn, making desperate, last-ditch struggles.
It was unclear who had connected him, but Boss Hu had now latched onto the Zhao family.
The Zhao family and the Li family had once been on good terms.
The Zhao family’s matriarch had some acquaintance with Frida.
The Zhao family’s young lady, Zhao Jie, had always harbored feelings for Li Sheng, but the latter had no interest in her.
The Zhao elders had once broached the subject of a match between the two, hoping to arrange an engagement or something similar.
Before the matter could even reach Li Sheng’s ears, Frida had suppressed and rejected it outright.
Whether it was Li Heng or Frida, neither interfered in their children’s marital affairs.
Of course, if their children encountered any trouble during their relationships, they wouldn’t stand idly by once they found out.
For example, Ruskin who had been pestering Li Wei.
Now, both Ruskin and his fiancée’s family businesses were in complete ruin.
This had a lot to do with Li Heng’s behind-the-scenes maneuvers.
In the eyes of outsiders, Li Heng was fair yet aloof. He never actively or maliciously targeted anyone.
Provided, of course, that they didn’t lay a finger on his children.
The Li family was famously protective of their own.
Robert had vaguely heard that the young lady of the Zhao family had been sent to prison. It seemed the Li family had a hand in it.
He didn’t know the specifics behind the matter, but he knew that because of this, the Zhao family had fallen out with the Li family.
Thinking of the Zhao family, and then of Hu Yao, who had attached himself to them, Robert added a few more words to his instructions for the little one.
After they finished talking, Feng Yuan waved his little hand and said goodbye.
Watching the little one disappear from the screen, Robert turned to Michelle and said, “He’s worried about us.”
Michelle smiled. “He probably saw the reports.”
Robert chuckled. “I thought so, too.”
Feng Yuan, whose thoughts had been guessed correctly, hugged his thermos and returned to his bedroom to lie down.
Qin Xun sat beside him, reading a book.
Feng Yuan leaned over to take a glance but, finding it incomprehensible, lay back down.
“Qin Xun, Yuan Yuan wants to find the Headless Tribe.”
Qin Xun: “?”
Qin Xun: “What?”
Seeing that Qin Xun didn’t quite understand, Feng Yuan sat up cross-legged and explained the connection between the temporary tattoos and the Headless Tribe.
“Little Deer, Baozi, and Grandpa and Grandma are all in danger.”
“Qin Xun, Yuan Yuan wants to help.”
Unlike the adults, Qin Xun didn’t outright dismiss Feng Yuan’s offer to help.
He patiently asked Feng Yuan how he planned to do it.
Feng Yuan had no idea.
“Since neither of us has a solution, let’s start by researching the characteristics of the Headless Tribe. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in a hundred battles.”
Qin Xun, now in the senior class of kindergarten, had a vocabulary rich enough to use proverbs.
Feng Yuan, who had barely learned a few characters, couldn’t keep up with his learning progress.
But though the little one was academically challenged, he had a positive attitude and never felt troubled or inferior about his studies.
Even now, though he couldn’t recognize many characters, he insisted on looking at the search results with Qin Xun.
Qin Xun was still using the same internal forum as before.
Soon, he found relevant information.
“The Headless Tribe… prefers to live in groups and has a combative nature.”
“They reside near tall trees.”
Qin Xun read out the search results, piecing together fragmented information until he had gathered quite a few useful details.
“I have an idea.”
Qin Xun’s words mirrored those of Feng Qi outside.
Although the Headless Tribe had no heads, they had managed to survive in the shadows through cunning and strategy.
Feng Qi had found several locations recently.
The Headless Tribe had indeed stayed in those places. But by the time he arrived, they had already moved on.
After several failed attempts, Feng Qi finally devised a plan to lure the Headless Tribe out.
“Based on their habits, we can draw them out.”
“They love excitement, right? Li Sheng, how about an outdoor boxing match?”
The Headless Tribe was fierce and combative, so a boxing match would surely pique their interest.
During the event, stalls could be set up around the venue.
They might even try to recruit new members while enjoying the spectacle.
Feng Qi’s plan was now being relayed to Grandpa by Feng Yuan, who was pulling Qin Xun along.
“Grandpa, Qin Xun says we should set up a lively place outside!”
Qin Xun’s method wasn’t as thoroughly considered as Feng Qi’s, but his line of thinking aligned perfectly with his.
Li Heng listened to the little one chattering excitedly. After a while, he nodded and said, “Mm, your dad already told me about that.”
“Yuan Yuan, have you ever watched a boxing match?”
Feng Yuan shook his head. He hadn’t seen a match, but he had seen posters of boxers.
He swung his grandpa’s big hand and pleaded in his milky voice, “Grandpa, buy Yuan Yuan a shirt and gloves. Yuan Yuan wants to box, too.”
The boxer on the poster looked really cool.
Feng Yuan wanted to be a little boxer, too.
Li Heng naturally wouldn’t refuse such a small request.
“Alright, I’ll buy them for you.”
As he spoke, Li Heng glanced at Li Cheng.
Li Cheng nodded and went out to shop for the young master.
Seeing him leave, Feng Yuan wanted to stop him.
“It’s so late, don’t go.”
It was already dark outside. Feng Yuan didn’t want the butler uncle to go shopping at this hour.
Hearing his plea, Li Cheng smiled. “Young master, the weather outside is quite pleasant now. It’s perfect for a stroll.”
Since Li Cheng insisted on going, Feng Yuan didn’t try to stop him.
After Li Cheng left, dinner was served at the Li family’s table.
Feng Yuan had filled his belly with ice cream and couldn’t eat much dinner.
“Yuan Yuan, these are your favorite chicken drumsticks. Why aren’t you having more?”
The braised chicken drumsticks were Feng Yuan’s favorite meat dish at home.
The servants prepared them with great flavor, using chicken raised on their own farm.
Whether in terms of meat quality or cooking technique, the dish was excellently prepared.
Feng Yuan could usually eat three.
But today, he only had one.
Besides the drumsticks, he didn’t eat much of the other dishes either, like braised pork, marinated meatballs, or cola chicken wings.
“Yuan Yuan isn’t hungry.”
Feng Yuan answered honestly, “Tummy is full.”
Li Heng, sitting beside him, lifted his shirt to take a look.
Feng Yuan’s little belly did indeed look round and full.
Li Heng frowned. “Yuan Yuan, did you sneak some snacks before dinner?”
Their home was never short on snacks.
But to ensure Feng Yuan ate his meals properly and didn’t overindulge in snacks, they often hid them away.
The little one frequently sneaked around to find snacks.
“Mmm.”
Feng Yuan shook his head. He hadn’t had any snacks that evening.
Li Heng didn’t believe him when he shook his head.
If he hadn’t eaten anything, there was no way the little one, who usually ate two bowls of rice, would have such a small appetite for dinner.
“Never mind. If you get hungry later, you can have something easy to digest.”
With that, Li Heng lifted the little one down from the dining table.
Not long after leaving the table, Feng Yuan felt his tummy start to ache.
He ran to the bathroom, pulled down his pants, and sat on his little potty.
The adult toilet was too tall for Feng Yuan to use.
So, both at home in China and here, the adults had installed a children’s potty for him.
Feng Yuan held his nose and had diarrhea.
After finally finishing, Feng Yuan went to lie on the bed. But not long after, his chubby face turned pale, and he hurried back to sit on his little potty again.
The green potty he used to love so much had now become his nightmare.
He kept having diarrhea, his little face looking utterly drained.
Qin Xun, who came in after finishing dinner, noticed he hadn’t left the bathroom for a while and knocked on the door.
“Yuan Yuan, what are you doing in there?”
Feng Yuan sat weakly on the little potty and replied, “Yuan Yuan is pooping.”
Qin Xun: “…”
Qin Xun: “Alright.”
Qin Xun waited for him in the bedroom while reading a book.
The Li family had a five-story library at home, filled with an extensive collection of books.
Qin Xun had brought back quite a few books to read.
After Qin Xun had been reading for quite some time, Feng Yuan still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom.
Qin Xun set the book aside and walked to the bathroom door again.
“Yuan Yuan, are you still not done pooping?”
“Not yet.”
Feng Yuan’s small, milky voice sounded weak as he sat on the green cartoon potty, his legs feeling numb.
He didn’t dare get up from the potty.
He felt that if he stood up, he would still need to keep pooping.
“Yuan Yuan, let me come in and see what’s going on.”
Qin Xun was growing increasingly worried, seeing how long he had been in there.
He tried pushing the door and found it locked from the inside.
“Yuan Yuan.”
Urged by Qin Xun, Feng Yuan reluctantly wiped his bottom, his chubby little hands clutching his pants as he went to open the door.
The bathroom had a ventilation system.
When Qin Xun entered, he didn’t notice any unpleasant smell.
He walked straight to the small potty and looked down.
Feng Yuan had already flushed it.
Qin Xun didn’t see anything.
After checking the potty, he turned to Feng Yuan, who was holding up his pants with both hands. “Are you still not done pooping?”
Feng Yuan shook his head.
Qin Xun: “…”
As if struck by a thought, Qin Xun said, “I’ll go cut some dragon fruit for you to eat.”
With that, Qin Xun left.
Feng Yuan, still holding up his pants, plopped back down onto the potty.
Meanwhile, Qin Xun went to tell the adults, “Yuan Yuan seems to be having trouble pooping.”
“Cut some fruit for him to eat.”
The adults prepared a fruit platter and asked Qin Xun to take it back.
“By the way, Xiao Xun, if he still can’t go, let us know. We have glycerin suppositories at home.”
“Okay.”
Qin Xun carried the fruit platter back.
When he returned, Feng Yuan had finally gotten up from the potty.
Disgusted by his own smell, he had taken off all his clothes and pants and tossed them into the laundry basket.
He didn’t climb onto the big bed in the bedroom. Instead, his naked little body sprawled on the sofa, where he had laid out a blanket.
Qin Xun looked at the completely naked little one, walked over, and tried to check his bottom.
Feng Yuan covered his bottom, refusing to let him see.
“Yuan Yuan, you don’t look so good.”
Qin Xun studied him carefully, growing more and more concerned.
“Are you feeling unwell? Let’s have Uncle Peter take a look.”
“No.”
Feng Yuan didn’t want Peter to see him.
He lay on the small sofa for a while, then voluntarily took a bath and asked to go to sleep.
After his bath, the little one finally climbed into the big bed.
It was the first time Qin Xun had seen him so cooperative about going to bed early.
The two little ones lay close together. They had just fallen asleep when Feng Qi and Li Sheng returned.
Having found a solution with the boxing match, they had stopped searching for traces of the headless tribe.
“Shh, be quiet.”
When the two dads returned and saw the children lying in bed, they lowered their voices.
Feng Qi reminded Li Sheng to keep his movements light as he walked to the bedside.
He leaned down and kissed his son’s little face.
Li Sheng frowned when he noticed the little one wasn’t wearing pajamas.
“Why isn’t he wearing clothes?”
The air conditioning was on in their room. Feng Qi had prepared a slightly thicker set of pajamas for his son to prevent him from catching a chill.
Yet the little one wasn’t wearing them.
He lay on the bed fast asleep, his little body bare.
Li Sheng couldn’t resist giving his plump, tender bottom a light pat.
As soon as he did, Feng Qi slapped his hand away.
“He’s asleep, don’t disturb him.”
Li Sheng wasn’t bothered by the slap.
Instead, he took Feng Qi’s hand and led him to the bathroom.
“You must be exhausted these past couple of days.”
Under the warm glow of the bathroom lights, Li Sheng carried Feng Qi into the bathtub.
The two of them soaked quietly in the water.
Li Sheng leaned down, planting soft kisses on Feng Qi’s lips, one after another.
Feng Qi often said that Feng Yuan was a little kiss monster, while Li Sheng was the big kiss monster.
Surrounded by these two kiss monsters, Feng Qi couldn’t help but smile as he gently pushed Li Sheng away.
“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s finish up quickly and go to bed.”
Li Sheng wasn’t particularly keen on sleeping.
His lips lingered on Feng Qi’s shoulder. He nibbled gently with his teeth.
Just as the two adults were lost in their intimate moment, a frantic knocking sound erupted at the door.
Bang, bang, bang—
The knocking was accompanied by an anxious little voice: “Who’s in there? Come out quickly! Yuan Yuan needs to poop!”
Hearing this, the two adults in the bathtub didn’t dare delay any longer.
Feng Qi hastily threw on his clothes, while Li Sheng only pulled on a pair of sleep pants.
When they opened the door, they were met with a little one clutching his stomach.
Before they could even speak to the child.
The next moment.
The little one dashed over and plopped down on the small green potty.
Feng Qi: “…”
Feng Qi narrowed his eyes at the child.
“Yuan Yuan, didn’t your grandpa say you couldn’t poop?”
Feng Yuan’s little face drooped. He said nothing.
Feng Qi stood by the door, watching him do his business.
“Dad, go away!”
The little one sitting on the potty didn’t want his Dad watching him poop.
He wanted his Dad to leave.
But Feng Qi stood his ground.
When the child was even younger, Feng Qi had been the one to change his diapers and training pants.
He wasn’t bothered by things like poop.
“Dad!”
Feng Yuan continued to urge his Dad to leave.
Yet, his Dad remained unmoved.
“Feng Yuan, you have diarrhea.”
Feng Qi stated calmly from the doorway. Seeing the little one turn his head to press the flush button, he stepped inside directly.
“No need to flush. Dad will help you with it later.”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Seeing that his Dad wasn’t leaving, Feng Yuan sat on the potty with a resigned expression, as if determined not to get up.
Feng Qi didn’t indulge him.
Once he noticed the child had stopped, he picked him up, wiped his bottom, and said, “Li Sheng, take him.”
Only then did Feng Qi glance into the potty and flush it.
The bare-bottomed child, now in his other Dad’s arms, glanced back at Feng Qi, his heart pounding nervously.
“Feng Yuan, what cold thing did you eat?”
Feng Qi had already deduced the cause of the child’s diarrhea.
Though he phrased it as a question, he didn’t wait for Feng Yuan to answer before continuing his reasoning.
“Little Deer said you wanted to eat three ice creams.”
“Grandpa didn’t let you buy them.”
“So, Feng Yuan, did you manage to get them anyway?”
While Feng Qi was interrogating his son, Li Ting, who had gotten up in the middle of the night for a snack, discovered the ice creams Feng Yuan had hidden in the fridge.
Li Ting was meticulous about his physique, so even his late-night snacks consisted of things like vegetable salad.
However, when he opened the box labeled vegetable salad, it was filled with a large container of ice cream.
He stood in front of the refrigerator, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Next, he opened the box labeled fruit…
Several boxes were filled with ice cream.
Li Ting took the boxes and went straight to knock on Li Sheng’s door.
Before his curled knuckles could even land on the door, Li Sheng emerged holding the little one in his arms.
The bare-bottomed child had been dressed and placed on the living room sofa.
Feng Qi was searching the living room cabinet for the first aid kit.
Meanwhile, Li Sheng was contacting Peter.
Li Ting paused for a moment, observing the family of three.
“Li Ting, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?”
“I found these in the refrigerator.”
Li Ting showed the boxes in his hand to Feng Qi.
The little one, who had been pretending not to remember eating so much ice cream, froze completely at the sight of the boxes.
“What happened to Yuan Yuan?”
After explaining about the ice cream in the boxes, Li Ting asked about Feng Yuan.
Feng Qi glanced at the child and said calmly, “He ate too much ice cream and has uncontrollable diarrhea.”
Li Ting: “…”
Li Ting looked down at the boxes in his hand again.
After a moment, he remembered the thermos Feng Yuan had been carrying.
So, he went to check the thermos as well.
Only a small amount of melted ice cream remained at the bottom.
Li Ting proceeded to search through all the containers in the house.
By the time he was done, Feng Yuan was getting frantic.
“Uncle, go to sleep!”
The frantic child nearly climbed down from his Big Dad’s lap, eager to push his uncle back into his room.
Li Ting didn’t leave.
Not only did he stay to watch the commotion, but the other adults in the house also came out.
It hadn’t been long since dinner, so no one had gone to bed yet.
As the adults gathered, Feng Yuan’s bottom already began to ache in anticipation.
Li Sheng got through to Peter on the phone.
After consulting with Peter, he instructed Feng Qi to fetch the children’s anti-diarrhea medicine.
“Yuan Yuan doesn’t want to take medicine.”
No child enjoys taking medicine.
Feng Yuan buried his face in his Big Dad’s chest, refusing to turn around for the medicine.
But when Feng Qi decided to administer the medicine, it was bound to happen.
He mixed the medicine and brought it directly to Feng Yuan.
“Do you want a spanking or the medicine?”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan’s tummy hurt again.
But he had nothing left to pass.
The pitiful little one, tears streaming down his cheeks, made his choice.
“No spanking, and no medicine either.”
Feng Qi: “…”
Feng Qi: “In your dreams.”
After a brief standoff, Feng Qi exchanged a look with Li Sheng.
The two adults were no strangers to giving their son medicine.
With just one glance, Li Sheng’s large hand clamped gently but firmly on the child’s cheek, forcing his mouth open.
Feng Qi seized the moment to pour the medicine in.
The anti-diarrhea medicine had a peculiar taste. Children resist medicine more than adults because their senses are more acute.
What adults might find tolerable can be unbearable for a child.
The little one cried himself hoarse during the ordeal.
Feng Qi had prepared two packets instead of one because Feng Yuan tended to spit half of it out.
By the time the medicine was finally administered, Feng Qi was sweating.
Peter advised them to monitor the child after giving the medicine.
If the stomach pain, diarrhea, or vomiting persisted, they would need to go to the hospital.
After administering the medicine, Feng Qi didn’t spank the child.
He held the sobbing little one in his arms and gently patted his back.
Feng Yuan, having suffered from diarrhea all night, was already exhausted.
After being given the medicine again, he cried for a while before falling asleep in his Dad’s arms.
The little one was sound asleep, with two tear tracks still visible on his chubby face.
Feng Qi, seeing that he had fallen asleep, carried him to the bedroom.
The adults watched as the little one cried himself to sleep, feeling both heartbroken and helpless.
Their little cub was sensible, filial, and perfect in every way. Except for one thing: he truly never deprived his mouth of anything.
This wasn’t the first time the little one had felt unwell because of his eating habits.
His mouth had been fortunate to follow him, tasting all kinds of flavors.
But his poor bottom had suffered greatly, enduring spankings every now and then.
“Ah, let’s just eat these ice creams ourselves. No point in wasting them,” Li Ting said, gathering all the ice creams Feng Yuan had hidden away.
He gave a little to Li Wei and planned to share the rest with Li Si and Li Wang.
He even asked Qin Xun, but Qin Xun wasn’t interested.
That night, after taking the medicine, Feng Yuan finally settled down.
Feng Qi had intended to stay by his side all night, but Li Sheng wouldn’t allow it.
Li Sheng coaxed Feng Qi to sleep and kept watch over the Dad and son himself throughout the night.
The next day, Feng Yuan woke up from hunger.
With nothing left in his stomach, it was no surprise he was starving.
Upon waking, the hungry cub saw his Dad beside him and was about to call out when memories of the previous night flooded back.
His chubby little hand slapped over his mouth.
Seeing that both his dads were still asleep, Feng Yuan cautiously climbed out of bed.
He tiptoed, trying to sneak out of the room.
But before he could escape, Feng Qi called out to him.
His Dad’s voice, cool and pleasant in the morning, carried a hint of hoarseness that sounded quite alluring.
Unfortunately, the three-year-old cub was too young to appreciate it.
Feng Yuan, unable to make his escape, began to sweat nervously.
The night before, he had cried so hard while taking his medicine that his Dad hadn’t had the heart to spank him.
But now it was daylight, and he wasn’t taking any medicine.
It was time for his Dad to discipline the cub.
Terrified, the little one froze in place. Suddenly, he caught sight of his small crutch.
Grabbing the crutch, he hobbled over and extended his left chubby foot toward his Dad.
“Dad, Yuan Yuan’s foot isn’t better yet.”
Feng Qi glanced at the foot he had extended.
A few seconds later, Feng Qi impassively reminded him, “Feng Yuan, you sprained your right foot.”
Moonlit: Yuan Yuan, why can’t you just behave? HAHAHAHAHHAHHA
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