Lu Fengxuan pried off the slender arm around her waist, stood up, and looked at him with an expression that spoke volumes:
"Xiaoyi didn't need me to lull him to sleep when he was three."
The implication being that he, a grown man, couldn't even compare to Xiaoyi when he was three.
Yu Chiyin held onto her hand and wouldn't let go, saying indifferently, "Say what you will, but without you, I simply can't fall asleep."
"I need to pack, and later, I have to pack for the two little ones as well."
"They can pack for themselves, Mrs. Yu, don't underestimate your son and daughter, they're already four."
"Yes, they can learn to be independent at the tender age of four," Lu Fengxuan said teasingly.
But the conversation had circled back to where it started.
Yu Chiyin bowed his head in silence, idly playing with her slender fingers. The blue diamond wedding ring on the ring finger of her left hand was periodically caressed by him.
