Song Yinyin didn't notice the heat in his eyes and started to focus on treating the wound above his eyebrow.
Only after she had finished dealing with all his injuries did she let out a slight sigh of relief, "Leave Dabai to me, you take a rest."
"No need."
He shook his head, holding Song Dabai even tighter, lowering his head to encircle his small body even more securely.
This small movement seemed to disturb Song Dabai, who furrowed his brows, wriggled his little body to find a more comfortable position, and nestled into his daddy's embrace, falling sound asleep.
Seeing his anxious expression for his son, while the son relied heavily on him, a warm feeling brushed through Song Yinyin's heart.
Thinking about before, whenever she saw the father and son being so close, Song Yinyin couldn't help but feel jealous.
But now, she felt that having Lu Jihan as a daddy wasn't so bad.
