"Eat with me." Beiming Han placed him on his lap.
Xia Tian, "..."
"How can I eat if you hold me like this?"
"I just want to hold you." Beiming Han looked down and gazed at this face that seemed to be carved from the same mold, a peculiar ripple stirring within his heart.
"Better let me go, I'm hungry too." Xia Tian was extremely uncomfortable and could only resort to playing the pity card.
"I'll feed you." Beiming Han picked up a pair of chopsticks, grabbed some food, and brought it to his mouth.
Xia Tian looked at him in shock, refusing to open his mouth.
"What? Don't like it? Then tell me what you like, and I'll get it for you." Beiming Han put the food back and asked very seriously.
"I'm not a child anymore, I can eat by myself." Xia Tian gently reminded.
Beiming Han felt a pang in his heart, yes, his son had grown up, could take care of himself, and no longer needed his help...
