Xuanxuan was already extremely sleepy, and after Wu Wei had spoken for a little while, she had already tilted her little head and fallen into a deep sleep.
Wu Wei smiled, gently closed the book, carefully tucked her in, and bent down to kiss her forehead.
After doing all of this, he stood up and looked at Zhou Yujie standing by the bed.
Zhou Yujie was also tenderly watching her sleeping daughter, her profile looking particularly gentle under the nightlight.
Wu Wei's gaze fell on the full curves under her nightdress, gently rising and falling with her breathing, and he felt a warmth in his heart. He stepped forward a few paces, unceremoniously gave her firm bottom a light but distinct slap.
The crisp sound of the "pop" was exceptionally clear in the quiet children's room.
"Ah!"
Zhou Yujie's body trembled, and she gave Wu Wei a watery, accusing look, lowering her voice: "What are you doing! Don't wake Xuanxuan up!"
