The next day, when Zhixi awoke, she felt a scorching hand resting on her waist.
She opened her eyes and was somewhat astonished to see the man beside her.
"Awake?" He was lying on his side, gazing down at her, his voice low and husky.
"Mhm." Zhixi said with a smile, burrowing into his embrace, "When did you come to bed?"
His palm branded her back, caressing impatiently, his voice growing huskier, "After Xiaobao fell asleep..."
"Don’t..." Zhixi struggled slightly, her tone a bit pitiful, "Jingyao..."
His brows twitched, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.
"...The child is still young." she whispered.
"...I’m going to shower!" he declared, after sucking heavily on her lips, then he flung off the covers, got out of bed, and strode into the bathroom.
Zhixi stared blankly at his retreating figure; after a long while, she fell back into bed, giggling.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Zhixi sensed that a certain person would be taking a long shower, so she got up, went to the next room, dug her son out of the covers, and then they freshened up together.
While washing up, Xiaobao was full of confusion, "Where’s dad? He clearly slept with me last night, didn’t he?"
"Oh... Dad must have been sleepwalking. He must have walked into mom’s room while asleep." Zhixi said, holding back her laughter. Content originally comes from novèlfire.net
Xiaobao looked utterly bewildered.
In the living room, Uncle Li had already delivered a lavish breakfast. Chinese and Western dishes filled the table; there was more than enough for ten people, let alone the three of them.
Probably considering that Zhixi was pregnant, Uncle Li had put a lot of effort into the meal options, hoping she would have a hearty appetite.
But she was in a good mood today and indeed had a good appetite. She sat down with a smile và started breakfast with her son.
A little later, He Jingyao came out of the room, adjusting his sleeves as he walked. The man, dressed in a black sweater and black trousers, looked strikingly tall and straight.
At that moment, he had shed the morning’s gloominess. His eyes were dark and profound, and the slight curve on his thin lips softened the stern austerity of his demeanor.
Zhixi gazed at him and couldn’t help but space out.
Suddenly, a "snap" sound by her ear made her jump. Turning her head, she found that her chopsticks had come up empty.
"Mom, you’re so clumsy! You can’t even hold onto a bun." Xiaobao immediately teased her.
Zhixi, her face red as a beet, picked up the bun from the table and put it back in her bowl.
He Jingyao had walked up to her and was just sitting down when he saw this, and coldly remarked, "Since it’s dirty, don’t eat it."
She awkwardly picked up the bun and placed it on the bone plate to the side.
Her face was still burning; she couldn’t bring herself to look at him out of sheer embarrassment.
"Daydreaming about me isn’t a problem; it’s not the first time, anyway." he suddenly said, his voice tinged with teasing mirth.
Zhixi, as though poked by something, retorted with flushed cheeks, "I was not..."
He laughed softly and ruffled her hair, "Eat your food."
Zhixi obediently picked up a shrimp dumpling.
Xiaobao watched with intense eyes, then spoke admiringly, "Dad, so mom has to listen to you too!"
Zhixi was mortified, wishing she could disappear into a hole!
Why, after all these years, was she still so often bewildered by this man’s charm... Losing face was one thing, but now her authority as a mother was almost gone!