Downstairs, Yanling was watching television with a rosy-cheeked little doll sitting in his arms, who was currently putting her hand into her mouth to eat it. Yanling took her hand out, but she turned her head to chase after her fingers, looking all soft and cute.
Yanling said solemnly, "Sister, you can't eat your hand, there are germs on it, and you'll get sick if you do."
The little doll seemed half-understanding, her pair of pretty eyes clouded with a mist, looking adorably dazed.
Yanling sighed, suddenly feeling a pang of what it's like to be a father, thinking that when Yanyan grows up, she'll definitely be a heartbreaker, and he'll be so reluctant when she gets married.
Realizing he was thinking too far ahead, Yanling shook his head, and somehow one of his actions tickled Little Yanyan's funny bone, causing her to giggle. It was the first time Yanling heard her laugh, the crisp and melodious laughter ringing in his ears like a silver bell.
