Two people were chatting inside, and just as Zhou Lin sat down on the sofa holding Cheng Xing, Cheng Xing woke up.
Her eyes were crystal clear and full of the naive innocence unique to children.
Zhou Lin, afraid she would cry, instantly stiffened his arm, staring back at her with wide eyes, daring not to move a bit.
After a while, Cheng Xing's face turned red and she struggled a bit.
Fearing she would fall, yet not wanting to let go of the tender cuddliness of his little daughter he seldom held, Zhou Lin instinctively tightened his arms.
Unable to move, Cheng Xing's little face soon turned bright red.
She stared straight at Zhou Lin.
She then pursed her lips slightly and said in a delicate voice, "I want to get down."
The thought that it was his blood-related daughter speaking to him so softly melted Zhou Lin's heart completely, making it difficult for him to let go.
He replied as gently as possible, "Dad… Uncle will hold you a bit longer, wait for mom to come."
