Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan Little Watermelon held Bo Yu tightly and pointed at his upper part of the body out of curiosity and said, “Papa, mosquitoes bit you?” Bo Yu looked down and saw love-bites on his topless body. He met the curious eyes of the child and had to say, “Yes.” “Why they didn’t bite Daddy?” Little Watermelon tilted his head and stared at Bo Yu, as if she was ...