"Hee hee..." Lin Meng watched this "puppet show" on the side, suppressing a smile for a long time. At this point, she couldn't be mean and teased, "Dragon Palace battle, how can there be no water! Little Chenchen is mighty, let me add some water to make things more exciting!",She walked to Rong Ling's side, tilting her head up at him playfully. Rong Ling lowered his head and just responded with a "good." Through the tight-fitting yoga outfit she was wearing, he saw two glimpses of white and tender flesh. Because of breastfeeding, that area had developed even better. He immediately remembered the feeling of that smooth skin, softer than tofu, and dark sparks jumped in his eyes.,During the process of learning to crawl, stand, and walk, there are bound to be some accidents. The little guy's legs are still wobbly, so it's inevitable that he'll stumble while standing and fall. He might hurt himself, bump his head, or get a sore arm. At these times, Rong Ling is cold and unfeeling, always saying the same thing: "Boys shouldn't be coddled; they need to be toughened up by bumps and bruises. They grow bigger and stronger that way. Let Chenchen go wild."。