The little boy took a bath, obediently got a book out of his suitcase on his own and lay on Yan Han's big bed to read. By the time Yan Han came out from his bath, the little boy had already drifted off to sleep on top of the quilt, still laying flat on his stomach, just as he was in the afternoon.
Yan Han thought that the little boy's sleeping position was too open. His lips, however, curled up slightly. Yan Han climbed into bed and leaned over to pick up the little boy in an attempt to tuck him into the quilt.
It seemed better to let the little boy sleep with him for a while because otherwise, always sleeping on top of the quilt at night, he could easily catch a cold.
"Mmm... mommy..." being held by Yan Han, the little boy half-awake half-asleep seemed to mistake him for Zhu Qianying. The little boy tried hard to burrow deeper into his embrace, "Mommy ... baby boy is still sleeping..."
Yan Han narrowed his eyes slightly. Zhu Qianying called this little guy baby boy?
