In the bedroom, Leng Yichen lay on the bed, still carrying the fragrant scent of Bai Yiran's body. Xiao Xi lay on his abdomen, her big eyes, just like Bai Yiran's, looked at him, glistening.
"Ah! Ah! Mua!" Xiao Xi opened her mouth, her small hands patting Leng Yichen's chest repeatedly, calling out "mua-mua" from her mouth.
She hadn't been fully weaned from breastfeeding yet, and at this time, if Bai Yiran were home, she would be feeding her. Xiao Xi's biological clock had always been regular, and now that Bai Yiran hadn't returned, the little foodie was starting to get anxious, striking Leng Yichen with increasing force.
"Mua! Mua!"
Leng Yichen grabbed Xiao Xi's restless little hand, "Xiao Xi, be good, Mommy hasn't returned yet..."
His voice choked a little as he sat up and kissed his daughter's cheek.
