"Yan Sihan~" In the end, she called out his name.
The man softly replied, then gently placed her on the bed. After leaving a kiss on her forehead, he covered her with the quilt and said, "Be good, sleep if you're tired."
His hand lightly patted the quilt, and Lin Jiaojiao was indeed tired. She didn't really want to sleep, but...
Soon, the sound of her even breathing could be heard from the bed. She was sleeping soundly, sweet dreams that one wouldn't want to disturb.
Yan Sihan still couldn't help but poke her delicate, small nose with his index finger, a smile unconsciously playing at the corners of his lips.
His little girl, as long as she didn't leave him, everything would be fine. Even if she caused him endless trouble, he would handle it.
He was never afraid of trouble, only scared that his little girl would still think of leaving him. There were times when she would talk in her sleep, telling him to go away.
Whenever he heard that, he would feel... afraid.
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