She pinched his face unevenly, and when a whine spilled from the corner of his lips, she quickly stopped her hand and continued massaging him, letting him rest well, secretly thrilled about taking such liberties with his face while he slept.
Only when she was around could he sleep soundly and securely, rather than frequently waking in alarm. Weisheng Yueren, who slept his fill, touched the soft pillow beneath his head, his sharp eyes sweeping around in search of the little one.
Qinghe came in holding the washed fruits and milk, only to see him scanning around like an X-ray, finally settling his gaze on her without shifting it elsewhere.
"Heh, silly looking," Qinghe glared at him and teased as she sat beside him.
The scolded Weisheng Yueren just chuckled foolishly, leaving Qinghe momentarily speechless.
