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"Such a playful brat. Can't get your hands off of me, can you?"
Cooed Hua Cheng at the stifling, petite little child cradled within his arm in a casual manner, the little boy's tiny, plump hands grasping upon Hua Cheng's hair, around the braid where he had a very peculiar earring tied around it's strands, the silver butterfly vambraces around his chest and occasionally - to Hua Cheng's face itself.
The curiosity of such a creature genuinely baffled him, his amusement and mirth all caught by one singular handsy infant when Hua Cheng had been accustomed to hearing the most outlandish bets during gambling yet still seeming bored out of his mind.
He knew he wasn't a perfect parent, still finding himself adjusting to the role of a new found father - cradling his little boy within his arms whenever he goes to the point where each and every citizen within the Ghost Market were made aware of just how close Hua Cheng was to his child.
Yet that never stopped him from occasionally teasing and pestering the child - even if that ended up in the child crying profusely for his mother. He was a newborn infant, as was expected of one to naturally want their mother when in need;
Yet Hua Cheng found himself yearning for his little boy to be more focused on him - after all, He'd protect and love him with his life no matter what.