The little one’s forehead was smooth and round like fine jade. For such a tiny person, his nose bridge was surprisingly prominent, with a dainty, upturned tip.
The proportions from the tip of his nose to his chin were just right. Even in his sleep, he wore a faint, mischievous smile, his cheeks marked by two tiny dimples the size of millet grains. His hair was thick and dark, his skin as white as snow, and even the little ear visible from his swaddle was as delicate as a flower petal. His cheeks weren't the bloated, chubby type common to most infants; instead, they were soft little cushions that made one want to reach out and give them a gentle squeeze. Well, the two girls finally understood why Boss Nie felt the need to kiss him 180 times a day.
Mother Chang was the type to feel that every extra look the guests took was a piece of her young master’s soul being whittled away, so she drew the curtains: "Madam, that’s quite enough."
Chapter 363