He clicked on Baidu and searched for the three words "bedtime song."
The next second, a plethora of song titles popped up.
At the forefront of the list was—Baby.
He glanced over at the lyrics, while the person on the other side of the video grew impatient and urged him on.
"Li Mochan, make a sound."
No sooner had the words left their lips than the sound of the man clearing his throat resonated in her ear.
Then, a magnetic voice carried towards her, neither light nor heavy.
"My baby, baby."
"I'll give you a little sweet."
...
His low and mellow voice was like a pot of sake warmed in the cold winter, irresistibly plunging one into his tenderness.
Drowsiness surged unexpectedly, and Ye Jiuliang felt his eyelids closing uncontrollably as his fingertips holding the phone began to relax.
Li Mochan watched the serene sleeping face on the video, his voice gradually lowering.
He took a screenshot, setting the sleeping face of his little wolf cub as the screen saver.
