Little Sesame, who was one and a half years old, had already started to learn how to speak. Even though she couldn't pronounce clearly, she could still use simple words to express her thoughts.
Little Sesame was very smart; she could understand everything that she saw.
Therefore, one day, when Song Qingchun was making milk for Little Sesame, she was scalded by the hot water. She only made a simple yelp, but Su Zhinian, who was working in his study, noticed something was wrong. He ran downstairs immediately. When he saw Song Qingchun's red fingers, Su Zhinian grabbed her hand and put it under the tap to rinse it. "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you call me?"
The scalding did hurt a little, but it wasn't that bad. Song Qingchun smiled and said, "It's nothing, it was just an accident."
Su Zhinian, who knew what she was thinking, relaxed a little. He turned off the tap and used a napkin to dry Song Qingchun's hand. Then, he lowered his head to kiss Song Qingchun's scalded fingers twice and asked worriedly, "Does it still hurt?"
Song Qingchun shook her head and smiled sweetly. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Su Zhinian then turned to make milk for Little Sesame.
Little Sesame, who was sitting in the baby chair, saw this. She blinked and thought with confusion, Mommy was in so much pain, so why doesn't it hurt after Daddy kissed her?
One day, Song Qingchun was in a hurry to go upstairs and accidentally knocked her elbow on the stairs. Su Zhinian, who was accompanying Little Sesame in the living room, heard Song Qingchun's moan of pain. He immediately rushed over, and after confirming it was not serious, he grabbed the spot where Song Qingchun's elbow was hurt, pecked it twice, and asked out of habit, "Does it still hurt?" Song Qingchun shook her head, "No," so Su Zhinian let her go upstairs.
When Little Sesame, who was standing not too far away, saw this scene, she once again forcefully blinked her pitch-black eyes a few times. Tilting her head, she thought. Why does daddy have to kiss mommy every time she feels pain?
One day, Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian took Little Sesame to the park to play. Song Qingchun was bitten on the neck by a mosquito. It was slightly painful and swollen. Su Zhinian, who was holding her hand, could sense her thoughts. He immediately lowered his head to kiss the swollen bruise on her neck and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Song Qingchun shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore …"
Little Sesame, who was bouncing a ball on the lawn, had experienced this many times. Her eyes were wide open, and her heart was filled with admiration. Daddy is so amazing; as long as it hurts, one kiss and it'll be fine …
One day, Little Sesame came down with a fever. Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian took her to the hospital for an injection. When Su Zhinian went to the bathroom, Song Qingchun hugged Little Sesame for the injection. Little Sesame was very brave; she was not afraid of the needle at all, but when the needle pierced into her butt, Little Sesame was in so much pain that tears started to fall. Since the injection needed some time, the continuous pain was too much for Little Sesame. She wanted to struggle, but she was held down by her mother, so she started to scream, "Daddy, Daddy, my butt hurts …"
When Su Zhinian returned from the bathroom, the needle had just been pulled out. Little Sesame was crying her eyes out. When she saw Su Zhinian, it was like she had seen a shooting star. She started to scream even louder. Su Zhinian hurried over, and as he reached out to hug Little Sesame, Little Sesame immediately turned around and placed her white butt against Su Zhinian's lips, screaming, "Kiss, kiss, kiss, it doesn't hurt anymore, kiss, it doesn't hurt anymore …"
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