Wu Tian and the little one were already home. Murong Yezi had gone to rest, and tonight, the little one wanted to sleep with Qin Yuhan, but she still hadn't woken up.
"Mom is really tired today, baby. You can sleep with me tonight," Wu Tian said.
The little one nodded but was still curious. "She slept for so long, a whole day! How is she still sleeping? Did Mom turn into a pig or something?"
Wu Tian pondered for a moment, unsure how to explain. He could only say, "No more questions."
He then carried the little one to his room. Before bed, he took the boy to the bathroom to wash his face with a warm towel. Cold was no good. Hot was no good either. It had to be perfectly warm. The little one's skin was so delicate it felt as if it would split at the slightest touch.
Of course, he wasn't that fragile, but it was undeniable that the boy's skin was exceptional. Even among his peers, it was in a class of its own.
"Dad, I'll sleep with you tonight, but you have to tell me a story."
