He cleared his throat, "Um, Fifth Brother, drink slowly, there's more if it's not enough; I've cooked a lot."
Liang Yuening made a shooing gesture, "Alright, alright, I got it."
It wasn't until Liang Yuening had finished the porridge, his stomach warmed, and his temper softened, that he merrily took the empty bowl and left.
As soon as he came out, he saw Dong Huiying sitting on a small stool by the doorframe, basking in the sun.
His eyebrows twitched, dancing with delight.
But when he got closer, he realized that she had actually fallen asleep.
"Tsk,"
He clicked his tongue and bent down to pick up Dong Huiying in his arms.
She seemed much lighter than he had imagined?
He glanced at her, his step faltered, and he almost stumbled.
After bringing her back to the eastern room and tucking her in, he patted her through the blanket, then, with his ears tinged red and his expression one of utmost joy, he strutted out with his hands behind his back.
