Bai Meiyue had only closed her eyes when she heard the door open; she immediately opened her eyes and looked at Lei Qian. She was still a little weak after giving birth and felt truly tired. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at Lei Qian. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Lei Qian, who was sneaking closer to the cot like a little thief. He looked left and right and then sat at the edge of the bed before whispering, "He is so cute. He is like a little angel."
His son was the cutest. The more Lei Qian looked at his son, the more he liked him. The more he stared at his face, the more his heart felt soft as a puddle. It was as if he had completely forgotten the torment that the little one had made him go through earlier in the afternoon.
