Rong Yan found the movie he mentioned and started playing it. "I remember you've seen this movie before," she said.
"Mm-hmm." The beautiful little milk bun nodded, then sweetly added, "But I haven't watched it with mom!"
Last time, he had watched it with his grandma, so this time, he wanted to make up for it by watching it with his own Little Demon Rong.
Rong Yan was defeated by his peculiar logic and simply leaned on the sofa to watch it with him.
The movie lasted a full two hours, and to her surprise, she found it quite captivating. When she looked back, she noticed that Little Baby beside her had fallen asleep at some point, curled up on the sofa in a tiny bundle, looking as pretty as a picture.
"Duidui?" Rong Yan called out to him softly.
The person on the sofa was breathing evenly in his sleep.
Her gaze gradually softened.
Never mind, she'd just wait for him to wake up before calling him for dinner.
