"Xiaolong, Youyou can eat now!" Zhu Feiyan called casually as she stepped out of the kitchen. However, when she saw her joyful daughter nestled in Xiaolong's arms, watching cartoons, she approached and noticed sweat beading on Xiaolong's forehead. She asked with concern, "Xiaolong, what's wrong? Why are you sweating?"
"It's fine. The weather's a bit warm, and Youyou keeps bouncing in my arms, hehe..." Li Long, 18 years old, glanced at Zhu Feiyan's pink kitchen apron, which clung to her curvy figure. He spoke with a hint of helplessness, then noticed Sister Yan's face flush as she seemed to understand something. Embarrassed, Li Long gave a wry smile to mask his discomfort.
