A warm sensation settled on Zhu Qianying's face. She thought it was her son's hand, "Baby, stop it…"
But soon, she noticed the difference. The little boy's hand was warm and soft, always like a cotton ball heated in the sun.
The slightly rough touch on her face, however, clearly told her that this hand was not her son's, but his father's.
Zhu Qianying turned her face slightly, trying to shake off this hand. However, the hand seemed to have adhesive strength, wherever she turned her face, it followed.
"Baby, go and get some blankets for your grandma and grandpa too…"
The gentle voice of Yan Han echoed in Zhu Qianying's ear again. The little boy agreeably replied, "Okay…" and patted Zhu Qianying's head with his small hand, just like how Zhu Qianying would comfort him.
Zhu Qianying's head pillow was promptly removed, but the hand on her face was still tightly stuck to her cheek.
"Dizziness?"
