"Xinxin, Xinxin, I'm Daddy, Daddy's come back to see our little Xinxin treasure."
After his bath, Pei Kun bent down and carefully kissed the chubby little cheeks of his baby girl sleeping in the cradle, deeply inhaling the strong scent of milk on her.
He saw that she was sleeping soundly, and didn't dare to make too much noise, only whispering to himself softly to satisfy his longing.
"You're so close to her, be careful not to wake her up. Without one or two hours of peace afterward, we'll all be deprived of sleep," Ding Luoluo said, finding Pei Kun's behavior quite amusing.
"I won't wake her, wife, I'm being very careful."
Pei Kun took his daughter's little hand and placed it in his palm, marveling at her tiny fingers that were barely thicker than scallions, and his eyes couldn't bear to move away from his daughter's little face.
