“HIC—burp! Mommy, tummy full! Pat-pat back!”
On the sunlit veranda of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser], three-year-old toddler Little Fifth (Ao Xing). Dressed in the fuzzy silver sweater with six tail-holes that his mother had knitted that morning. Clung affectionately to Empress Luo Qingxue’s neck, smelling of warm Astral Spirit Milk and sweet honey biscuits as he let out a second little milky hiccup.
Seated on the cushioned bamboo bench with five gold star stickers on her forehead. Moreover, Tuntun’s purple grape sticker on her cheek, Empress Luo Qingxue froze for half a beat, her heart melting into a puddle of warm spring water.
During the ten years she had been sealed inside the Nine-Hell Frost Iron Coffin, Gu Changsheng had adopted Little Fifth as an infant silver dragon hatchling. Although Little Fifth had immediately called her “Mommy” the moment she stepped out of the coffin on Planet 30.
This was the very first time the chubby toddler had crawled into her lap after milk time to ask her to burp him!
Page 19 of Auntie Qin’s parenting booklet! Luo Qingxue recalled instantly, her silver-blue phoenix eyes shining with earnest maternal resolve. *‘After a toddler finishes his afternoon milk bottle, lift him gently onto your shoulder.
