Jun Moyan, who had only held the baby for a few days himself, was really reluctant to let anyone else hold him.
After holding him for a little while longer, Jun Moyan finally stood up with the little one in his arms.
Shangguan Yu had been eagerly waiting, his hands already mimicking the gesture of holding a baby, just like Jun Moyan.
"Be careful, move gently, don't hurt him."
Jun Moyan said while bending over, carefully handing over the little guy, who felt as soft as tofu, into Shangguan Yu's arms, bit by bit.
"Don't worry, I'm not that clumsy."
Shangguan Yu replied, instinctively lowering his voice, even his breathing became gentler.
Successfully transferring the little one into Shangguan Yu's arms, Jun Moyan watched the baby intently, his empty hands reluctant to withdraw.
Shangguan Yu, on the other hand, was all smiles, gently holding the fragrant and soft little one in his arms, his heart melting.
"Little An'an?" Shangguan Yu smiled as he softly called him.
