The room was heated to over twenties degrees Celsius, but to keep Emma Smith warm, Robert Thomson had turned on the high-powered air conditioner, making the room as hot as summer.
He and Mrs. Smith quickly helped her wash her hair and immediately used a hairdryer to dry it to ensure she wouldn't catch a cold.
So, as he leaned in closer, all he could smell was a fresh scent.
He was glad that he had helped her wash her hair the day before. Her long, silky hair slid through his fingers, with a refreshing touch like velvet.
Emma took a quick glance at her daughter, who was sound asleep, occasionally sucking on her pacifier as if she were eating in her sleep.
What a little foodie this kid was!
Seeing Little Thomson asleep, Emma hit Robert, "Let's talk about it later tonight."
"Honey, I knew you're the best!" He exclaimed, excitedly kissing her on the cheek.
