“Do you want me to help you get dressed?” Rebecca coaxed him as she squeezed his tiny shirt between her hands and looked at him as he lay in bed.

Heng Heng smiled and nodded. Of course, this was good. He couldn't help but act coquettish when he saw Mommy. He reached out his little arm nonchalantly. Rebecca swallowed and looked at the thin, lotus-like arm. It was so fair and tender. She really shouldn't have volunteered. She didn't expect him to be so embarrassed to let her dress him. Cough... ... to be careful not to break his arm, and to think of myself doing taekwondo, and look at...