Seeing the little guy still not agreeing with him, Jun Moyan called him by his full name: "Jun Shi'an."
The little guy had no choice but to look at him, but after just two glances, he looked back at the bathroom door and continued pretending to be deaf.
"Go back to your own room to sleep." Jun Moyan said.
Seeing there was no way to avoid it, the little guy looked at Jun Moyan with a face full of innocent obedience and said, "An'an wants to sleep with Dad."
"No need." Jun Moyan refused.
The little guy turned around and took two small steps closer to Jun Moyan, then stretched out his two tiny arms, lifted his soft little face, and for once acted spoiled: "Daddy, hold me."
The little act of pleading to be held with a milky voice was heart-melting, looking just full of charm—it was truly both handsome and adorable, making one unable to resist holding him tight and giving him a couple of kisses, but Jun Moyan wasn't buying it.
His heart was unmoved: "Go to sleep."
