"The knitting needles are too sharp, you could get hurt easily,"
Song Sinian saw her downcast little face and knew without thinking what the little one was pondering.
Although he used to struggle to understand emotions, he could still guess from her logic.
Now that he could understand most of her emotions, he was even clearer about what her little face was trying to express.
Lu Zhaozhao's little face flushed, and she muttered discontentedly, "Those are knitting needles, not skewers, how could they hurt someone?"
Song Sinian knew that convincing Lu Zhaozhao wouldn't be easy, but there was another way...
He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Seeing she did not resist much, he breathed heavily, lifted his hand to clasp the back of her neck, and suddenly exerted force to pull her in for a deep kiss, with one hand caressing her round and delicate shoulder...
