But like this, the two hearts were the closest.
Rong Sinan gently lifted his head and lowered it to plant a kiss on Tang Yige's hair.
Then he stretched out his long arm, grabbed the quilt from the bed, and draped it over the two of them.
His arms encircled Tang Yige through the quilt, and he slowly closed his eyes.
...
At noon, because Rong Rui slept late, he only got out of bed around four.
Zhang Lan washed his face for him and then let him play on his own.
Rong Rui habitually headed to the second floor to find Tang Yige.
Zhang Lan saw this, her eyebrows twitched, and she swiftly intercepted the chubby little guy who had just taken a couple of steps up the stairs, lifting him away.
Rong Rui, who was unprepared for Zhang Lan's actions, was so startled his eyes widened, his shoulders tensed, and he woodenly stared at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan chuckled, set the little guy on the sofa, and said, "Don't go bother Yige, she's busy."
