Mi Yao looked at the man, waiting for his reaction.
Huai Fu Yueming looked back at her, her delicate, fair face flushed a shade of red. Her clear, large eyes twinkled with a hint of coquetry and shyness. When she noticed him looking, she dodged like a frightened deer before smiling at him again with a flowing gaze; he was momentarily mesmerized.
"Daddy, stop looking at Mummy! There aren't flowers on her face!" Huangfu Minxue tugged unhappily at the man's trousers.
It was then that Huai Fu Yueming came back to his senses. He reached out to ruffle Little Bud's head, then nodded, "Alright, tonight Mummy will sleep with you, but Mummy is frail, so don't play too late with her. Go to sleep early."
"Yay, long live Daddy!"
Huangfu Minxue pulled Mi Yao into the room.
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