"It's fine, it's fine, I was just saying. Let's continue watching TV," Yigol replied helplessly.
At this moment, the TV show had reached an interesting part, and Suri's attention was instantly drawn to it. She didn't put much weight on Yigol's words.
Yigol felt regretful, yet at the same time, quite relieved.
Feeling the heat in his soul, he said to himself helplessly, "Hang in there a bit longer, buddy. We're almost there. I'll try harder to get my wife to help cool you down."
As evening fell, no lights were on in the living room except for the flickering glow from the TV.
It didn't take long for Suri to fall asleep in Yigol's arms, leaving him at a loss.
Although he was injured, he effortlessly carried Suri back to their room.
That night, Yigol hardly had a few hours of sleep.
Usually a good sleeper, he had been suffering from insomnia since sharing a room with Suri.
