"Where's mom?"
"Sleeping!" The little guy chirped, resting his small hand on his cheek, "Baby's being good, not making a fuss, letting mom sleep."
"Tingye is so great." Ye Mingmei's hand holding Tingye stiffened for a second. She looked at the well-behaved and sensible little guy, her eyes slightly dimming.
One hand unconsciously touched her own belly.
"Hungry, baby wants milk." The little guy didn't notice Ye Mingmei's daze, puckering his small mouth and licking his lips.
"Go find your uncle first. I'll make milk for you." Ye Mingmei put the little guy down, letting him go to find Jin Chenye. After hesitating for a second, she went into the kitchen to make a bottle of milk for him.
Walking back to the sofa, she waved at Tingye, and he immediately ran to her side, snuggling in her arms, drinking his milk obediently.
Ye Mingmei just quietly watched his delicate little face, her mind unknowingly sketching the figure of a tiny person...
