"Today I saw Morgan again, looking so plump and cute, speaking crisply and sweetly, like a juicy melon—both crunchy and sweet," Aria Evans said.
"And I just thought, how can a child Morgan's age still be so adorable?"
"That's why, having your own little dumpling to watch grow from a tiny milky bun to a child Morgan's size, to witness all their cuteness—it would be so wonderful."
As Aria spoke, she actually started to drool.
Then with a "slurp," she sucked the drool back in.
Everyone: "..."
She really was craving for a child.
"So, you'd better hurry up!" Aria chided Samson Zhekova, hitting him on the back as if disappointed in iron not turning into steel.
The "thwack" of the hit was especially loud.
Aria didn't hold back in the slightest.
Not the least bit afraid of causing Samson pain.
This was his own son, after all.
Samson rubbed the spot where he had been hit, reaching his hand over his shoulder as he said, "But there's still Ethan, isn't there?"