The little guy's fingers curled a few times. He rubbed his eyes and, surprisingly, managed to slowly sit straight up.
Seeing a stranger in the bed, he didn't panic. Perhaps his little head was still so full of sleep that he simply forgot to. He glanced around the bed, spotted his mother, and crawled over to her, his little bottom sticking up in the air.
"Mother, who... is he?"
He nestled against her, his eyes half-closed and still heavy with sleep. It seemed as if he would drift off the moment he shut his eyes, yet he stubbornly fought to stay awake. He was simply too curious to know why a man had suddenly appeared in his mother's bed in the middle of the night.
Chen Wanqing pulled him into her arms and gently kissed his soft, fair cheek. Her voice was incredibly soft, as if she were afraid of startling him. "Chaoyang, he is your father."
"Father?" Chaoyang furrowed his brow in confusion. He rolled over, pressing his other cheek against his mother. "Who is father?"
