As time passed, he began to understand the ways of his little princess.
Usually, at around two in the morning, this little princess would be hungry. This biological clock was extremely accurate. It wouldn't be much earlier or later than this.
This little Yueyao was quite interesting. She was like a tiny ball of rice, but she already had the demeanor of a queen. If Mu Yazhe did not rush over immediately to carry and pacify her the moment she cried, her crying would be raised by a few decibels a few minutes later!
Mu Yazhe would instantly wake up and spring up from the bed when she cried. With his slightly messy black hair, he would shuffle, as though sleepwalking, over to the baby's crib with familiarity.
This route had already become imprinted in his mind. As soon as he heard the cries, he instinctively gravitated towards the crib without the need to even turn on the lights.
Little Yueyao cried a little louder.
