The two little ones had not had both their parents by their side for a long time and were exceptionally joyful. They played around, making babbling sounds, and only fell asleep late into the night.
After making sure the two little ones were asleep, Fang Pingying tucked them in and nudged Luo Zhiyong, who was behind her, with her elbow, whispering, "Yaoyao and the others are asleep, get up."
The man behind her didn't move for a while, and Fang Pingying thought he had fallen asleep, so she reached out to pat him.
Suddenly, Fang Pingying heard the man behind her sigh softly, and then she was gently embraced from behind.
Feeling the warmth at her back, Fang Pingying's body suddenly tensed; this feeling was all too familiar yet somewhat foreign, and it made her heart beat violently.
After coming to her senses, Fang Pingying tried to struggle, but then she heard Luo Zhiyong whisper in her ear, "Let me hold you for a while. You might not see me for some time."
