The little one's bright eyes, brimming with large teardrops, sniffled and stared into his deep gaze.
Lu Nuonuo said, "Then Uncle, smile."
Ji Muye avoided her gaze, "I don't like to smile."
The tender little face fell in disappointment, her clear, bright eyes visibly saddened, and she pursed her lips and lowered her head.
Seeing the little one in his arms about to cry again, Ji Muye could only force a smile, stiff though it was.
Lu Nuonuo immediately burst into laughter.
She turned to Lu Xining beside her with a radiant smile and pushed her little face closer.
"Mommy, wipe it."
Lu Xining looked at her helplessly, not understanding why her daughter wasn't afraid of Ji Muye, given his stern face.
She wiped Lu Nuonuo's face with a tissue.
Just as she finished, the little one turned back and beamed at Ji Muye, shaking her small face at him.
Lu Nuonuo said, "All clean now!"
She shook her head too vigorously and lost her balance, toppling to the side.