Morning came, and the boy was the last one to wake up. His eyes twitched under the lids as he groaned softly, the warmth of the quilt forbidding him to slip out from the bed. He rolled on his right, expecting to bump on his uncle but hit nothing.
He grunted and forced himself out of the bed to find his uncle, making his way to the kitchen where he could hear some voice. If he had thought that Little Xinxin couldn't get any cuter than she already was, Shen Yi was dead wrong. Little Xinxin was in her small white kitchen apron, and Shen Yi felt that his small heart had been pierced by an arrow.
"Daddy, add more chocolates!" she told Lu Sibai who was standing next to her, stirring a batter for her cake.
