Mo Yinhe held Si Mingjing tightly in his embrace, the force a bit strong, making Si Mingjing, who was asleep, feel a bit short of breath.
Si Mingjing, with her naive sleeping face, thought she was hugging Liangliang and even reached out to ruffle Liangliang's hair in her sleep. Then, she planted a kiss on Liangliang's little forehead and said, "Liangliang, you're hugging Sister so tight I can't breathe."
The moist, warm, and soft sensation, like electricity shooting across his forehead, made Mo Yinhe's breath instantly heat up. His gaze deepened as he stared at the baby in his arms. He loosened the grip of the hand around her waist somewhat, yet couldn't bear to let go. His other arm passed under her neck, allowing her to rest on it while bringing her fully into his embrace, holding her close without any gaps.
She was merely a bit short of breath. That was all. His heart felt like it was about to melt.
