The little boy, about two or three years old, sat in a child's high chair, eating a chocolate cake, his little face smeared all over with chocolate, even on the tip of his nose.
His round eyes, tapping with a little spoon, babbling away, were utterly adorable.
Gong Beiming stared at the child for a few seconds, "Ugly!"
"Where is he ugly?"
"The nose is ugly, the eyes are ugly, in short, hideously ugly!" Gong Beiming didn't even bother to lift his head, his long eyes filled with disdain, unwilling to take another glance at the child.
Chi Xiaoyu rested her chin in her hands, looking left and right at the child, whom she thought was very cute and wished she could just pick up and tease.
"Hey, Gong Beiming, do you like kids?"
Gong Beiming turned his head to take another look, and the child sneezed, with a long snot hanging down to his mouth. Then the child grabbed the snot with his hand and started to play with it.
That put an end to the meal, and he quickly pulled Chi Xiaoyu out.