Benjamin Parker shrugged, "Aren't women supposed to be spoiled by men?"
Melody Parker chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Benjamin's bangs, "Yes, yes, my future little husband-slave."
Benjamin wore a proud expression, "Melody, I only spoil you, and I'm only your little slave. As for other women, if they want me to be their husband-slave, they need to have the ability first."
Melody Parker looked at Benjamin with a smile, feeling unexpectedly joyful.
"Alright, you're mommy's precious little sweetheart."
Looking at Benjamin's handsome and adorable face, she changed the subject, "Sweetheart, how was school today?"
Benjamin responded proudly, "Just the same, being with a bunch of little kids who know nothing."
Melody Parker took back the towel from Benjamin's hand, held his little hand, and suddenly spoke with sadness, "Benjamin, it's hard on you following mommy."
