Given the little ones were too small, it was cumbersome to carry them out, so Song Weiyi simply bent down and gave each of her sons a kiss in turn.
"Smack smack" twice, the sound reached Pei Yibai's ears, and it immediately became awkward.
No matter how you looked at it, the kiss she gave her sons, carried a perfunctory element.
He lifted his hand and touched his own lips, the remaining warmth and taste had vanished in an instant.
Song Weiyi, oblivious to his discomfort, said, "Can you help me lift the stroller onto the car?"
At this moment, as a woman, her weakness in strength was evident.
Pei Yibai simply said, "Step aside, I got it."
In no time, he had loaded the stroller and buckled it securely.
Song Weiyi got into the back seat, "Ready to go," she called out spiritedly.
Pei Yibai, silent, got into the car and closed the door.
Yet, he didn't start the car right away.
"Come here a bit," he turned his head and said with a hooked lip to Song Weiyi.
