There were many replies below that comment, all mocking the poster for being a fangirl.

However, Nie Xin's hand remained on the screen, her fingers slowly tracing over each word.

It was like stroking her hair, her long, fluffy, chestnut-brown hair like a kitten's.

The account name is Sunny...

Nie Xin closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

“I’m telling you, Ah Xin,” Xu Yan said in a low voice, “if you really don’t want to film right now, I suggest you go back to Southeast Asia for a while. Even if it’s just for the sake of your family business!”

"What's wrong?"

"Well..." Xu Yan hesitated for a moment, then said to him, "It's said that the female prince in Southeast Asia is inquiring about you again!"

...

Later that evening, Jiang Can coaxed her son to sleep and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Huo Zhixing came out of the bathroom, sat down next to her, and gently massaged her shoulder blades with his large hands.

"Ouch, that's it..." Jiang Can whispered, "A little harder!"

Huo Zhixing was taken aback, then smiled and said, "I was afraid that if I used too much force, I might hurt you."

"No, no! I just want you to be harder... Mmm, that feels so good..."

The moan was so soft and sweet that the man almost lost control. If that "harder" and "so good" hadn't been used when he was massaging her shoulders, but instead…

How wonderful that would be!

Huo Zhixing's lips curled up, revealing a mischievous smile.

Thinking about it, he moved even closer to her.

"Honey," Jiang Can said softly, "our son is only two months old, but it feels like every day is an eternity... When will he grow up and not need me to hold him anymore?"

Although there are maids and nannies, Xiao Junyu only likes to stick to Jiang Can and cannot be separated from her for a moment.

In addition, this kid can eat a lot, so his weight has increased rapidly, and his chubby arms and legs look like a tender lotus root.

Jiang Can felt completely exhausted after carrying him all day, especially his shoulders, which seemed to no longer belong to him.

Huo Zhixing raised an eyebrow and whispered in her ear, "Now you know that a husband is better than a son, right?"

"Huh? What is it?"

"Honey, I don't need you to carry me!"

Jiang Can paused for a moment, then laughed and punched him with her little fist.

"Not only does your husband not need you to carry him, but he can also... carry you when you're tired!"

Before Jiang Can could react, she was pulled into the man's arms.

She became much fuller after giving birth.

The parts that should be thin are still thin, but the parts that should be large are bigger than before.

In addition, she was breastfeeding, so she always had a milky smell on her...

Huo Zhixing buried his face in her chest, his mind blank, all the blood in his body rushing wildly to some place...

The large hands that had been massaging her moved restlessly up her shoulders and back to her waist, giving it a light rub. "Wife, is it... okay today?"

The hoarse voice, accompanied by rapid breathing, struck Jiang Can's heart like pebbles.

She could feel the heat and change in his body.

They hadn't been this intimate for months, and she really wanted him...

Jiang Can blushed and tried to push him away twice, but eventually succumbed to his passionate kiss.

"Be gentle..." she pressed down on his aggressive hand, "Don't disturb our son."

"Didn't he already have milk before going to bed?"

"Yes, but I'm still worried."

"Worried he'll be hungry?" the man grinned mischievously. "Why aren't you worried about me being hungry?"

"you……"

"So now, feed me first!"

After saying that, Huo Zhixing lifted the blanket and covered the two of them completely.

...

Although he had been holding back for a long time, he still considered Jiang Can's feelings and made small movements, trying his best to restrain himself.

After all, this is her first time postpartum, and she needs time to adjust, both mentally and physically.

After they finished, Jiang Can leaned against his sweaty chest.

The man only tasted the sweetness, and didn't feel the same exhilarating satisfaction as before, but he was still very happy.

Things should be done gradually, and besides, he should be understanding of her; she is now not only his wife but also a mother.

Huo Zhixing smiled gently and kissed her forehead.

"My son is so good." He glanced at the little cradle. "He's sleeping so soundly, he hasn't disturbed us at all!"

Jiang Can put on her pajamas and went over to touch her son's little hands and feet, then touched his little head, before finally showing a relieved smile.

"What's wrong with you?" Huo Zhixing asked, puzzled.

"He's fine," Jiang Can said with a smile. "He doesn't have a fever!"

"...Wife, why does our son have a fever?"

"I'm just worried!" Jiang Can stuck out her tongue, feeling quite helpless about her own neurotic behavior.

Either check if he's breathing, or feel his temperature.

Actually, everything is normal. Little Junyu can eat and sleep well, has a large lung capacity, and is an incredibly healthy little baby.

"Can Can," Huo Zhixing said, both amused and distressed. He walked over and held her shoulders. "You're being too tense."

"There's really no need to worry so much about our son. Our Huo family has ancestors who were great generals, and our son has that kind of gene, so he'll definitely be very healthy!"

“Yeah, I know, but I just can’t control myself.” Jiang Can chuckled and leaned against him. “Now I realize how hard it is to be a mother… Thinking back to when I was little, my mom raised me and Xiao Cheng all by herself in that kind of environment. I don’t know how she managed to get through it.”

"Honey, are you missing Mom?"

Jiang Can remained silent and gently closed her eyes.

I've probably been too tired lately, and my sleep has been light, but I'm prone to having many dreams, all of which are about the days when I was bullied.

Her mother was in poor mental condition and had no money for medical treatment. At such a young age, she had to take care of both her mother and her younger brother, and she had to stretch every penny.

It wasn't until she met Huo Zhixing that she learned what it felt like to be loved and protected.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she reached out to hug his neck.

Sometimes she felt that life was a gamble, and meeting him and marrying him was the most successful gamble she had ever made.

Little Junyu stirred and cried twice; the two of them went over to her.

Huo Zhixing changed his diaper, and Jiang Can picked him up and fed him milk. After a while, the little baby was full and sweetly fell asleep.

The couple also prepared to rest.

However, at that moment, Jiang Can's phone suddenly rang!

"Who would call in the middle of the night?" She frowned, picked it up and saw that it was a number from Southeast Asia.

"Sis, did I disturb your rest?"

"Xiao Cheng?" Jiang Can was taken aback. "Why are you calling me at this time?"

Yin Cheng's voice sounded off. "Sister, Mom is sick... Dad has put everything aside to take care of her. When...when can you come to Nanyang?"