It's not that things fell into place naturally, but rather hindsight.
Looking at it this way, no matter how you calculate it, there's an overwhelming sense.
She was ready to slip away, but looking at what was in her hand, she stopped abruptly, "Uncle Bo, please don't flirt with me."
Bo Qin didn't say anything, but his eyes carried a hint of teasing, "Who flirted with whom first?"
Jian Dan made a sound of surprise, quieted down, leaned over with a deeply blushed face, and kissed the corner of Bo Qin's lips.
"Is this okay?"
"Forgive me, will you?"
The sweet fragrance from her body was overwhelming. Bo Qin, though appearing calm, had a slight change in his expression. He quickly finished bathing his son, wrapped him in a towel, and entered the bedroom. The room was at a constant temperature, so there was no worry about the child getting cold. Bo Qin changed his clothes quietly.
