The little boy extended his fair and tiny hand to pull off the blanket that was covering Yan Huan. "Can aunt tell Little Lei a story?"
Little Lei climbed onto the bed before he lay on top of the blanket.
"Aunt, tell Little Lei a story please."
Little Lei loved to listen to the many tales Yan Huan told him. Every time Yan Huan told him a story, he would repeat the same story to his grandparents, who would then praise him. Besides, it had been a long time since Yan Huan had told him a story.
Yan Huan opened her eyes and stared at Little Lei who was lying on top of her stubbornly. His limbs acted like the tentacles of the octopus and trapped her underneath her blanket.
Then, she reached out to ruffle Little Lei's hair. Yan Huan's lips parted, but the words died in her throat. She did not know how to put it into words, or more precisely, she did not know how to speak at all.
