Ye Xingguang slept so comfortably, stretched lazily, smelled the aroma, and opened her eyes. Her precious son was wearing a little white shirt, standing by the bedside, looking absolutely adorable. She noticed the seafood feast he was holding, and Ye Xingguang swallowed hard.
Mo Yinhe, looking cool and cute: "Mom, hurry up, brush your teeth and eat seafood."
Ye Xingguang nodded vigorously, immediately rushed to the washroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, then returned to the bedroom. Ah, it was simply delicious.
Ye Junqing walked into the bedroom holding a rose. Ye Junqing was also wearing a white shirt; both looked stunningly handsome.
Little Flower hasn't woken up yet, sleeping sweetly, her little head peeking out from the blanket, incredibly cute.
This is a divine life!
Ye Junqing gave the rose to his wife, saying, "Life like this is unbearable."
Ye Xingguang knew what he meant, smiled as she took the rose, and gave him a cheek kiss: "I like these flowers."
