After saying that, he patted ye Sang's little head and felt that he was raising his daughter. "Go to bed early."
After all, he was five years older than her. Although Duan Jinyan looked carefree, he actually loved her.
The young man took the pen from her hand and pushed the drowsy ye sang. He said gently, "Go to bed."
Ye sang hesitated for a moment.
She did not dare to go back to her room. Moreover, she had asked Duan Jinyan to help her with her homework. In the end, the person had not gone to sleep yet. Ye sang's heart was not that big.
The little girl shook her head and refused. She hugged the pillow and leaned against the sofa. She supported her little head and watched him write. Her baby voice was crisp. "I'm Not Sleepy."
She wanted to watch him write.
Duan Jinyan sneered and casually twirled the pen on his fingertip. Just as he was about to write freely on the test paper, Ye sang hurriedly interrupted him.
"Wait, wait, wait."
