"Sure! I love eating whatever you cook, Rose." Yerick hauled Steve up and cradled him in his arms. "Hey, little guy! Do you miss me?"

Steve suddenly raised a hand and hit Yerick's cheek in disdain, as if trying to push him away.

Yerick frowned. "Why did you hit me? Are you allowed to bully others just because you're small?"

Steve laughed and hit him again.

"Stevie, what are you doing?" Rosalie approached them. "No hitting. That's no good."

If he picked up the bad habit of hitting others even before he turned one, it would only get worse as he grew older.

"I think Stevie likes me. Children are often bolder around people they feel closer to. It's fine, he can hit me a few more times." Yerick didn't mind it at all. Steve was just an infant, so what did he have to fear? Would Steve devour him?

Yerick lifted Steve high, and Steve chuckled gleefully.

go prepare the

around him. "Rose, where is

was referring to. "He had something to attend to so he

to know each other? He looks so

to know in Melrine. He's a good man, don't

said as he glanced shiftily around the place.

question. She quickly put the bags down in the kitchen and

case, you treat him only as

Rosalie said. "All of you are my friends, and I treat all of you the

to be biased toward me. You

had said so before, but Rosalie didn't take him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger than her

her feel repressed and uneasy, sometimes even a little awkward. Both of them looked at her

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