Before Zhou Xueran could speak, Tang Yige finished in one breath and then hung up the phone.
Tang Yige hung up the phone, turned it off, turned around, and walked into the room.
She placed her phone on the bedside table, got into bed, and lay next to Rong Rui, gently hugging him from behind, and rested her face on the back of his head.
In his sleep, Rong Rui seemed to sense something. Little Fatty turned around in Tang Yige's arms to face her, wrapping his chubby arms around one of her arms, his soft chubby cheek pressed against her arm, murmuring, "Little Gege, I like..."
The last few words Tang Yige didn't hear clearly, but it was already enough.
A hint of red appeared at the corners of Tang Yige's eyes, and her slightly cold heart was warmed by this little guy in her arms.
She lowered her head and kissed his little head lightly, saying softly, "Little Fatty, if only you were my child."
...
That night, Tang Yige truly slept for only two hours.
