Tu Hengsha's lips seemed to linger with the feel of his kiss for a long time, soft, a bit hot, and the faint scent of green grass lingering at the tip of her nose.
He asked her to be good, he said, "Baby, I believe you can definitely do it."
He rarely got so mushy, the last time he called her baby, she had laughed at him.
But why, every time he was so affectionate, was it at inappropriate times?
"Sister, the little brother is asleep..." Kangkang whispered in her ear.
She looked down, and indeed, the baby was sucking on a pacifier, asleep already. No wonder there had been a fuss; he was sleepy.
There was still about a half bottle of milk left in the bottle, which she carefully stored. This was the baby's last ration, and she couldn't waste it, otherwise if he started crying again there would be nothing to comfort him with, and they didn't even have water! She could drink stream water, but the baby couldn't!
