Ye Zhenzhen held the book in her hand, reading the story aloud. Although she wasn't looking at the man, she could naturally sense him walking around the room after his shower, and then lying on the bed.
While turning the pages, Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the little guy whose eyes were still wide open. She couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Chen, the point of story time is to help you sleep, but I've finished a whole little story and your eyes are still open. Why is that?"
The little guy chuckled, "Because your voice is so nice to listen to, and the stories are too. I don't want to sleep."
After saying that, the little guy turned his head to ask Song Jinze, who was lying beside him, "Daddy, do you think it's nice to listen to?"
Song Jinze's lips curved slightly as he responded faintly, "Mhmm, it's nice."
