Evening.
After dinner, Ye Xingbei played with Xiao Shumiao and Lingyue for a while. Around nine o'clock, she took them upstairs to sleep.
Xiao Shumiao saw Lingyue heading towards their bedroom and hugged him tightly, "Brother Xiaoyue, let's sleep with mom tonight."
Lingyue glanced at Ye Xingbei, feeling a bit hesitant.
Ye Xingbei chuckled, "Yes, I'll sleep with both of you tonight. Go on, take a bath first."
Xiao Shumiao's injury was only a bruise, no open wound, so bathing was not a problem.
Lingyue was still reluctant, but Xiao Shumiao couldn't care less and dragged Lingyue into the bathroom.
After bathing, Ye Xingbei took care of the two kids and got them to bed, then leaned against the bedhead and sang to them.
Lingyue lay flat on the bed, both hands placed neatly at his sides, with his eyes closed. Ye Xingbei's gentle singing lingered in his ears, making his heart race.
At this moment, he felt so happy.
He felt like he truly had a mother now.
