After wiping, she gently tapped her son's nose with her finger, and the mother and son smiled at each other.
Unfortunately, there was no one else around.
Otherwise, this mother and son would surely attract many gazes.
A child as cute, sensible, and delicate as a porcelain doll, a young mother both beautiful and exceptionally graceful—every move they made seemed to define the very essence of the word "mother-son."
The dream here is supposed to be terrifying.
Just like what Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng, Lin Shuyou, and Yin Meng experienced here.
In fact, for Li Zhiyuan, this dream was terrifying too.
Because in the split second when outsiders couldn't see, Li Lan's eyes betrayed a hint of aversion, pressing a little too hard as she wiped her fingers.
All these fleeting details revealed Li Lan's disgust towards him.
What's cruel is that she knew her son could catch it.
Even more cruel, she knew her son was aware that she could act flawlessly.
