"I'm not hungry. Have Xiaocha tidy up the room next door tomorrow; it'll be An'an's nursery."
"Sure." Qing Yi nodded and, mentioning the little one's name, he asked, "The young master's name is An'an?"
"Yes, Jun Shi'an, 'Shi' as in ninety, and 'An' as in safe."
"Is 'Shi' chosen for the lady's convenience in writing?" Qing Yi joked with a smile.
Jun Moyan returned the smile but didn't respond.
"I'll head out first. Call me if you need anything, Third Young Master."
"Once everything's sterilized, bring up some of An'an's supplies. I need to wash his face and body later. Also, bring up the formula and bottles."
"Okay."
Qing Yi exited quietly, closing the door gently behind him.
Jun Moyan continued to hold the little one, occasionally kissing his tiny face, hardly blinking his eyes, loath to place him on the bed.
After holding him for a while longer, he thought for a bit and then carefully laid him on the bed, went to lock the door, and grabbed some clothes to take a shower.
