Shen Luo'an was so sleepy that he didn't bother opening his eyes, even when he felt a harsh shove in his arm.
He lifted his hand to grab hers. He turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
"You look after the baby. I'm going to get some sleep," Shen Manting said irritably. "If I wasn't here, you wouldn't even bother to tend to the baby, would you? He was crying himself hoarse. He must have been starving!"
Shen Luo'an finally opened his eyes.
His droopy eyes seemed as though glazed over with a layer of mist.
He stared at Shen Manting and said softly, "But you're here now, aren't you?"
Shen Manting fell speechless for a moment.
She recoiled from his grip and retaliated, "So you're not even going to try to bother with him if I'm around, are you?"
"You'll take care of him." Shen Luo'an yawned and looked fatigued. "I'm exhausted after a long day at work. Do you want the baby to lose his father after having lost his mother?"
