As the light in the living room faded to bluish-black, both Bing Shi and Lu Kai pinched the bridge of their noses, leaning their backs against the wall, next to Ying Xiong's bedroom. The rays of the moon and the rain beating against the window created a magical moment, so serene that they could only laugh inwardly about how it wasn't helping them at all.
They pictured in their head as to what their son's bedtimes would be like if it went as usual: a bath, a warm milk with a story, a sleeping Stinky Bun tucked up with a teddy, and then… freedom.
Their baby boy had other ideas though. One day had already passed, and trying to get that little guy to lie down on his mattress was like pulling an octopus off its prey. It was like they've had returned in time when Stinky Bun first moved in with them.
If TV, mobiles, or tablets could entertain Ying Xiong, they would have done it without a spec of guilt. Sadly, only living things could appease this little toddler.
