Shi Yuhuan felt his heart skip a beat.
He was still closing his eyes, but he accurately stopped Song Qinghuan's hand and interrupted her, "Song Qinghuan, it's getting late, we should get some rest."
"It's still early, it's only 10 o'clock! Shi Yimo would be needing to feed soon," Song Qinghuan said, whining plaintively, "It hurts so much when your daughter breastfeeds, really, she eats like a starved ghost, always taking big gulps…"
If someone had told her before that she would dare to say such things, she would have never believed it.
But after having a child, she found these things to be extremely natural, and necessary parts of daily life.
Shi Yuhuan slowly opened his eyes, and then his gaze remained glued to Song Qinghuan's face.
No, it was her lips that opened and closed again and again.
Sometimes, unconscious remarks were even more enticing.
