Wang Miaomiao, half-asleep and half-awake, vaguely felt something staring at her, and suddenly something was pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
She squinted her eyes slightly and then noticed a blurry figure in front of her. This startled her awake, and she quickly blinked twice to adjust to the light, finally seeing the person in front of her clearly.
"Ah, you scared me. Why are you sitting here?" Seeing it was her husband Jiang Yan, she glared at him with feigned annoyance.
Then, lowering her head to look at her sweet daughter in her arms, she saw her little face buried in her embrace, sleeping soundly and occasionally snoring softly. She couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Looking at her chest again, there was an extra blanket. Ah... no wonder it felt oppressive.
Jiang Yan casually changed his sitting posture, glanced at the sky, and said, "Sleeping outside without a blanket, what if you catch a cold? It's getting late. Do you want to get up?"
