Snatching the child from his arms, she dressed the little one in pajamas, then plugged in the hairdryer and began to blow-dry his hair.
Kangkang seemed to have grown accustomed to her fussing, quietly playing with his own fingers, not mischievous at all.
Seeing his plan about to fail, Tang Yuchen simply lay on the bed, pretending to be too tired to get up, "I said I’m not sleeping in the children’s room, I want to sleep with my son. Baby, I’ve only recognized my son for two days, I can’t be without him."
He always knew exactly what to say to hit her soft spot.
Yes, he had only recently acknowledged the child, and to save him, he’d spared no effort at all.
No matter how many things she’d been through, An Ruo’s weakness was always her tenderness.
She sighed and decided to compromise, "Fine, you can sleep here, but don’t pull anything."
Tang Yuchen abruptly sat up and snatched the hairdryer from her hand, gently blow-drying Kangkang’s hair: "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t do anything inappropriate."
His smile was so smug that An Ruo almost regretted agreeing to let him sleep there.
"Baby, you go take a shower, I’ll take care of our son," he urged her, with an expression that said he had everything under control.
An Ruo went to take a shower, and by the time she came out, Tang Yuchen had tucked himself and Kangkang into bed. Only a soft bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, casting a warm glow.
On one side of Kangkang lay Tang Yuchen, and on the other was a large empty space reserved for her.
Tang Yuchen’s hand gently patted the little guy, who had already closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
An Ruo stared at them, feeling a strange emotion sweep through her heart.
If they hadn’t divorced, if there hadn’t been so many upheavals between them, they would have been a happy family of three.
But there were no ifs; nothing that happened in the past could be changed, and perhaps they couldn’t return to it either.
"Baby, what’s wrong?" Tang Yuchen looked deeply at her and softly asked.
She came back to reality and didn’t answer him.
She lay down, pulled up the covers, turned off the bedside lamp, and said, "Let’s sleep."
The light went out, and the room was enveloped in darkness.
An Ruo looked out the window without closing her eyes, Tang Yuchen also did not close his eyes but watched her instead.
In the dark, one’s sense of hearing becomes especially sharp.
She could hear his fine breathing, and he could hear hers.
After what felt like a long time, An Ruo’s breathing evened out, suggesting she had fallen asleep.
The man carefully propped himself up, being careful not to disturb Kangkang, and moved above her.
His dark eyes gazed at her face, he held his breath and lowered his head to kiss her lips. His movements were very cautious and also very gentle.
He softly caressed her lip with his, not daring to extend his tongue into her mouth for fear of waking her up, nor dare to kiss for too long.