Thinking of this, his heart stirred, and he ca up with a sowhat absurd idea, "Who is Su Zixi to you?"
Xiaobao was still listing his favorite foods when he suddenly heard this question and looked up in confusion, "Huh?"
What had Daddy just said? Su Zixi... was that Mommy?
He blinked in puzzlent.
Seeing his genuinely baffled expression, He Jingyao couldn’t help but laugh at himself with self-deprecation.
What was he thinking?
"It’s nothing, hurry up and eat your dinner." As he spoke, Xiaobao’s favorite shrimp dumplings and century egg and lean at porridge had arrived, and He Jingyao reminded him indifferently.
The little guy imdiately put his earlier confusion behind him and ate happily.
After dinner, He Jingyao was ready to return to his room, and the little one hopped off his chair, following closely behind him.
He Jingyao paused his steps and turned to look at him, "Let Uncle Li take you to wash up."
Twisting his fingers, he said, "Can you take to wash? I want to bathe with you."
He Jingyao’s lips curled up, and he ruthlessly dropped two words, "No good."
The little guy’s cheeks fell instantly.
He Jingyao’s expression remained indifferent, steadfastly immune to the child’s tactics, and turned to go upstairs.
Uncle Li shook his head with a smile and walked over to pick up Xiaobao, "Co on, Uncle will take you for a bath."
Holding onto Uncle Li, the little one said dejectedly, "Does he not like children?"
Uncle Li laughed, "No, the young master is just not used to interacting with children."
Xiaobao said with imitation seriousness, "Then, I’ll have to make him get used to it."
...
The night was deep.
He Jingyao finished his bath and ca out, hearing a dull thumping noise at the door of his room.
He raised an eyebrow and walked over to open the door, and a small figure tumbled in.
He quickly reached out a hand to steady him, and the little one took the opportunity to cling to his chest.
"I’ve finished bathing," he said, lifting his sleeve, "Sll it."
He Jingyao caught his hand, "Then go back to sleep."
"I don’t like sleeping alone... Can I sleep with you?" the little one looked at him with pleading eyes.
"No way," He Jingyao rcilessly rejected him again, "Go back to your room."
"... I’m scared when I’m alone." He rubbed his cheek against him, "Please let sleep with you, I won’t take up much space, and I don’t snore either."
...So the little guy knew about snoring, too.
He Jingyao had intended to refuse. His room had always belonged only to him and Zhixi, even though that woman hadn’t co back in a long ti. But still, he did not want it tainted by soone else’s presence, even if it was just a child.
However, holding the little one’s soft body, he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to say no.
"...Only for tonight," He Jingyao said seriously, looking at him.
Xiaobao nodded with a beaming smile.
He Jingyao let out a sigh of relief in his mind, suddenly unsure how a strange child had managed to escalate to the point where he had to take him to sleep together.
For the first ti in his life, he began to doubt his own intelligence... He watched the little one, his eyes filled with a mix of doubt and scrutiny.
"What’s wrong?" the little one asked, grinning at him.
He Jingyao didn’t respond, carrying him to the bedroom, and placed him on the bed, "Close your eyes and sleep, be good."
The little one humd a response and soon closed his eyes. Watching the small figure on the bed, He Jingyao suddenly felt a mont of disorientation.
If there hadn’t been that explosion back then, maybe his and Zhixi’s child would also be this old by now.
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