"I certainly don't want to fall in love," the little one immediately pouted, "Girls who cry and are petty, so troublesome."
He was taken aback, then burst out laughing. His son was truly his spitting image, holding the very ideas he'd held in the past.
"No!" His gaze shifted from his own face to Gan Yuan's, Huangfu Jue spoke with a smile, "Some girls don't cry or act petty, they only make you never want to let go."
"Is there such a girl?"
"Of course."
The little one followed his gaze and found it resting upon his mother's face, smiling in turn.
"Mummy? She's a woman, not a girl."
Huangfu Jue arched an eyebrow.
The little rascal could actually differentiate between "a woman" and "a girl"?!
By now, the Gan Yuan on the pillow had also awakened from her slumber, opened her eyes, and looked at the two males, one big, one little, beside her, smiling with her eyes half closed.
"I vaguely heard you guys discussing women; are you talking about me?"