The milky scent of his son by his side kept drifting over, and Bo Yan, too, fell into a drowsy sleep. The father and son lay with their heads together, looking incredibly tender and warm.
Mrs. Bo had no desire to sleep, and naturally, General Bo did not either. Watching Mrs. Bo toss and turn without falling asleep, he could not help but speak up, "Are you worried about your son's affairs?"
"Not at all."
"Then why aren't you sleeping? Do you know what time it is?"
Mrs. Bo cast a sidelong glance at General Bo, "If you want to sleep, then sleep. I never insisted you talk to me."
General Bo: "..."
He decided not to sleep either. Turning on the lamp beside the bed and sitting up, he reached out to pull Mrs. Bo out as well. The sudden brightness made her eyes uncomfortable, and she raised her hand to shield them, "Bo Yinan, are you sick or something? Not sleeping in the middle of the night."
