Thinking of the child being home alone, neither crying nor fussing, just wanting to spend a little more time with his mother, it didn't quite seem like cunning; rather, he was overly sentimental, as if there were already signs of it, even though he was still young.
Tender and affectionate, this child, somehow, never makes anyone dislike him.
Chu Heng sighed inwardly, looking at this child who wasn't in this world in his past life, he couldn't help but reach out and rub him, feeling like the world had changed, making him like this world even more.
Before long, Nuanbao was cajoled into washing up and going to sleep.
Ye Muyu rubbed her eyes, only then realizing the hour was late. She yawned and followed Chu Heng back to the room.
Sitting on the bed, she spread the quilt out, took off her socks, got into the inside position, lay down, and lazily asked, "Are you done?"
