Xiaomei was very obedient and soon fell asleep.
Xuan Ying covered her with the quilt and kissed her on the forehead. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
A few minutes later, he took a cold shower and came out wearing a black pajamas.
At this time, Xiaomei, who was lying on the bed, became beautiful and said in a childish voice, “Mommy ~ Mommy ~”
Xiaomei missed her mommy.
Xuan Ying quickly picked her up and patted her back with his big palm. “Meimei, do you Miss Mommy? Daddy Misses Mommy Very Much Now.”
In the Silent Night, Xuan Ying’s longing was like a tide, instantly drowning him.
He had too many words, too many things he wanted to say to her.
All of this felt like a dream. Everything he wanted was right in front of him. It was so surreal.
He wanted to see her. He wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. He wanted to never be separated from her again.
Ling Ling, his Ling Ling.
