Yan Bo dropped his head, forehead against hers, his eyes deeply looking into hers.
"Yes, sir! I, Yan, will certainly fulfill my duty, please rest assured, my dear wife!"
After expressing his feelings, his fervent lips embrace hers, giving her a passionate French kiss high up in the sky.
Little Baby was lying on Yan Bo's other shoulder, nibbling on her collar until she was tired. Slowly, her long eyelashes dropped, her chubby face rested on Yan Bo's shoulder, and she fell asleep quietly.
As Yan Bo finished the kiss, he turned his gaze to Little Baby who was drooling and sleeping soundly. He cherished her immensely, tenderly rubbing her little chubby face with his and gently moving his arm up to lay the little girl flat, letting her comfortably spread out in his arms.
The gaze of Zhu Qianying, too, fell kindly on her daughter. She sat up and whispered softly.
"Let me hold her to sleep..."
Yan Bo shook his head, "No, she will be warmer and more comfortable sleeping in my arms."
