Mu Xingye cradled the child and turned to Xia Pengpeng, "Want to eat something else?"
"No," Xia Pengpeng shook her head.
"If you don't feel like eating, then rest well. The child and I will stay here with you."
"Mhm," Xia Pengpeng nodded her head.
Mu Xingye helped her lie flat on the bed and pulled up the covers over her.
Suddenly, Xia Pengpeng reached out a hand to grasp Mu Xingye's wrist, "Mu Xingye, the child..."
"I will take good care of the child. Don't worry. Besides you and me, he doesn't want to get close to anyone else."
"No, it's not that, I..." Xia Pengpeng didn't know how to start, "What I mean is, aren't you curious about where the child comes from?"
Mu Xingye's gaze was filled with tenderness, "Are you willing to tell me?"
Xia Pengpeng looked at him, suddenly noticing in his eyes a flicker of anticipation mixed with a bit of evasion, gone so quickly it was as if she'd imagined it.
"I...I..." Xia Pengpeng bit her lower lip, her brows slowly knitting together.
