"You little rascal, all you know is how to trouble Mommy, huh!"
Liang Anya scolded with her lips, but then lowered her head and gently kissed her baby.
The floor-length curtains in the room shifted slightly, and a dark shadow stood behind them, seemingly observing the mother and daughter silently for a long time.
The innate sharpness in his roguish gaze softened bit by bit.
The way this woman fed her baby added an indescribable beauty to her.
He hesitated no longer and forcefully slid open the window, stepping inside.
Startled by the noise, Liang Anya looked up, just in time to see Si Yuheng step in from the balcony outside the window. Her eyes widened in shock: "When did you come in—"
He curled his thin lips into a smirk: "Been here for a while."
He squinted his eyes slightly, glancing at the baby in her arms: "Xiaoxiao, right? She was quite cooperative earlier."
It dawned on her instantly: "You… you deliberately made Xiaoxiao cry to lure me up here?"
