Su Shen gently carried the baby over to the bed, his breath held as if he were handling a priceless artifact. He carefully laid the little one down beside Gu Zi.
The baby was fast asleep, his tiny face plump and rosy, like a perfectly ripened peach that had been kissed by sunlight. His skin had that tender, dewy glow only newborns could possess, and his tiny lips were adorably pursed, as if dreaming of milk. Every now and then, he'd make a soft smacking sound with his mouth, the faint scent of milk lingering around him—it was almost unbearably cute.
Gu Zi's heart softened into a puddle. She couldn't resist reaching out and gently poking her son's chubby little cheek. He didn't stir in the slightest. Not even a thunderclap would have woken him, she mused. In that sense, he truly took after Su Li.
