"Okay, sleep with Mom," Xu Xiuxiu had just been crying by Little Moon, how could she refuse him now? Even if Little Moon asked to kick Song Yuanhuan out of the bedroom right now, she would do it without hesitation, gently coaxing him while she lay down on the bed with Little Moon in her arms, then carefully tucked in the corners of the blanket.
"Mm," Little Moon nodded contentedly, "Sleep with Mom." Her eyes, dampened by tears, shone brightly as she looked at Xu Xiuxiu, her little hand authoritatively circling Xu Xiuxiu's slim waist, her little red nose twitching, "What about Dad?" Her voice was very small, like a mosquito, but Xu Xiuxiu was fully focused on Little Moon and naturally noticed the little guy's worry.
"There, there, it's alright," Xu Xiuxiu soothed instantly.
