To avoid his son accusing him of betraying him, Yan Shao quickly carried his son into the guest room.
Since the Luo Tian incident, the father and son's relationship has grown rapidly, to the point where they can shower together and scrub each other's backs.
Now, the father and son, equally filthy, stood naked in the shower room.
Yan Shao picked up the showerhead and sprayed water all over the little guy's face. With a swipe of his hand, he wiped away a lot of the cream on the little guy's face.
The little guy seemed to choke, pouting and spitting out a few mouthfuls of water, muttering something with great dissatisfaction, seemingly cursing Young Master Yan.
Yan Shao smiled, letting him complain unhappily.
The young master's eyelids twitched as he tried to open his eyes. The stubborn cream smeared on his long, thick eyelashes looked rather comical, somewhat like the family dog.
"Baby, close your eyes tightly, Daddy will clean you up!"
The young master's disheveled and wretched appearance was like the Little Prince suddenly falling into a mud puddle and becoming a little mud figure. Yan Shao looked at him and inexplicably wanted to laugh.
He wanted to laugh, but he was still worried that the cream would be sticky and too troublesome to clean. Although the little guy was used to doing things himself, cleaning the cream off his head and face was not an easy task.
"oh……"
Zizai, who usually bathes himself, now stood obediently in front of Yan Shao, letting Yan Shao do as he pleased.
"Shall I wash my hair first?"
As Yan Shao asked, he had already pressed the shampoo into his palm and smeared it on the little guy's head.
The little guy's hair was very soft and black. After applying the hair gel, it felt even more comfortable to the touch. Yan Shao, who had never served anyone before, watched as the hair gel swirled up a ball of white bubbles on the black head. Suddenly, he became playful and picked up a large ball of white foam and stuck it on the little guy's nose.
Achoo!
The little guy was probably agitated and sneezed, spraying white foam onto Yan Shao's stomach.
Seemingly realizing that Young Master Yan was teasing his young master, he reached out and slapped Young Master Yan's belly with a foam.
Although he had his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to see the white bubble handprint on Yan Shao's bronze belly, and he grinned to himself.
"Silly girl, shut up, Daddy's going to flush you."
The young master's adorable and mischievous appearance made Yan Shao want to take a few bites. But the little guy's head and face were covered in bubbles, making it impossible to even get a bite out of him!
The young master clearly didn't like being called "little fool." With his eyes still half-closed, he simply touched Yan Shao's waist, pinched a little bit of his chubby cheek, and gave it a hard squeeze.
Yan Shao winced in pain and couldn't help but groan, "You little rascal!"
As expected, Yan Shao's son is no kind soul; he's a little lion with sharp claws who, even when clearly at a disadvantage, will still bravely extend his claws when bullied.
He likes this fiery temperament!
After he quickly and efficiently rinsed the bubbles off the little lion's head, the little guy shook his head a few times, opened his eyes slightly, and glared at Yan Shao, "You old bastard! You big idiot!"
Ah, so you've been keeping it in mind all along. You've been making your move whenever you had the chance. Well done!
Yan Shao finally laughed out loud, chuckled twice, hung up the showerhead, quickly squeezed out some facial cleanser and rubbed it in. He then rubbed the foam on the little face vigorously with both hands. This time, he simply lifted the little one under the water jet, and the water sprayed directly onto the little face, rinsing off the foam in one go.
Seeing that the little face had returned to its original smoothness, Yan Shao was very satisfied and finally found an opportunity to kiss it. He bent down and kissed the little guy's forehead and face several times.
"You old pervert!"
The young master was finally able to open his eyes and mouth, and the first thing he said was a curse.
Young Master Yan wasn't angry. He pointed to the shower gel and asked, "Do you want Daddy to help you take a bath?"
The young master shook the water off his head, wiped some of the water droplets from his face with his little hands, and then reached out to pat Yan Shao's firm belly.
"I'll wash your hair for you! Kneel down!"
Everyone says that raising children is for old age security. Young Master Yan never expected that his efforts would be rewarded so quickly. As if afraid that his son would change his mind, he obediently squatted down.
The young master imitated what he had just done, first covering his head with shampoo and then gently scratching his head with his soft little hands. It was even more comfortable than the shampooing by professional hairdressers outside.
Yan Shao hummed comfortably, then heard the little guy command, "Close your eyes!"
As soon as Yan Shao closed his eyes, his face and nose were covered with clumps of bubbles, and eventually, even his chest and stomach were not spared.
Yan Shao wasn't annoyed. He let the little guy play with him like a giant toy, laughing and giggling. He even reached out and smeared some bubbles on the little guy's body.
After the father and son had finally played and made their fill, they took a shower, dried themselves off, and stood together in front of the mirror. The little guy first looked at himself and Yan Shao, who were of vastly different heights, in the mirror.
Then, he glanced thoughtfully at Yan Shao's private parts, then looked down at his own private parts.
Young Master Yan saw everything he did, patted his head and laughed, "What's wrong, feeling inferior?"
The young master snorted, "Bullshit! Yours is Old X, mine is Little X, why should I feel inferior?"
Yan Shao laughed out loud. His so-called inferiority complex was about size.
But the young master is very clever. From the perspective of age, after he said that, it is indeed the young master Yan who should feel inferior!
The father and son walked out of the bathroom naked. Although the room was heated, the little guy immediately jumped onto the bed and wrapped himself in the blanket.
Yan Shao opened his suitcase, took out his clothes, and put them on one by one.
The little guy lay on the bed, his whole body wrapped in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon, with only his two bright eyes staring at Yan Shao's back.
"Daddy, are you going to sleep with Mommy and Zizai tonight?"
Yan Shao suddenly turned to look at him, "Will your mommy agree?"
The little guy rested his chin on his hand, looking deep in thought. "Let me think about it..."
Although Yan Shao was very tempted by the little guy's suggestion, he also understood the importance of knowing when to stop.
"Baby, Mommy must be very tired after a long day at work. How about you sleep with Daddy tonight?"
Besides using force, you can also use deception when facing Zhu Qianying.
Even if the little guy doesn't help, Young Master Yan is not ignorant of such tricks.
However, Yan Shao felt that while such petty tricks were harmless to use occasionally in minor matters, he preferred to respect Zhu Qianying's wishes when it came to matters of principle.
"Less scheming, more sincerity."
Suddenly, this sentence popped into Yan Shao's mind.
This statement couldn't be more fitting when applied to his relationship with Zhu Qianying.
The young master was immediately convinced. When Yan Shao carried him out of the living room, wrapped in a quilt like a silkworm cocoon, he saw Zhu Qianying and said...
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