Even now, he was smacking his lips and laughing in his sleep.

She has a sweet smile.

After a busy day, Cen Yue asked Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun to go home.

"That won't work. How can you take care of her by yourself?"

Song Minghui sternly refused, "Ayue, you still have to go to work tomorrow, right? So, you go ahead, and your mother and I will stay here."

Cai Mengjun nodded in agreement, "The kids only make noises at night. You'll be tired if you're alone."

Cen Yue's lips curled into a relaxed smile, "It's okay, I'll take care of it at night, and you and mom will watch it during the day."

"I'm light, I'm fine."

Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun left the hospital before he realized what was going on. "What does Ah Yue mean? Does he think I'm old?"

Cai Mengjun smiled softly and said, "Don't worry, the child is worried that we'll ruin our health. This is fine, we can come during the day and take turns."

Little Tuanzi drinks milk every three hours.

Diapers need to be checked and changed frequently.

Cen Yue tossed and turned countless times throughout the night, either feeding, holding and coaxing the baby, or changing diapers.

The little girl whined after drinking the milk.

Cen Yue simply sat on the sofa and held her in his arms as he slept.

When he woke up again, he heard a faint sobbing sound.

"Why are you crying?"

Cen Yue turned his head and saw Song Yiyi sitting next to him in the moonlight. Her once bright eyes were now misty.

He stood up quickly and wanted to put the little boy into the crib.

Unexpectedly, Song Yiyi followed and said, "Don't disturb her, let her sleep well."

She spoke with a nasal tone and tears were on her face. It was obvious that she had been crying for a long time.

Cen Yue had no choice but to hold Tuanzi in one hand and raised his hand to wipe her tears, "What's wrong? Don't cry, tell me."

It’s better not to be comforted.

Once comforted, Song Yiyi's tears burst out like a floodgate, uncontrollable.

Cen Yue had no choice but to put the little girl on the small bed.

He held Song Yiyi and sat on the sofa. He wiped her tears with a handkerchief and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry. Yiyi, tell me what you want to do."

Cen Yue couldn't stand her crying.

Song Yiyi sobbed and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. She grabbed his clothes tightly and tighter.

"Song Yiyi, look up."

Cen Yue stroked the back of Song Yiyi's neck. "If you keep crying, what if you bleed? Look at me and listen to me."

He has a strong attitude.

Song Yiyi thought he was going to scold her.

Unexpectedly, Cen Yue told a joke, "Once upon a time, there was a little duck standing in line. He wanted to align with the duck in front of him, but he couldn't align no matter what he did."

He paused.

Song Yiyi stopped crying and blinked her eyes.

Cen Yue then said slowly: "It just kept muttering, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...'"

Song Yiyi: “…”

She punched Cen Yue's chest and said, "It's so cold."

Cen Yue took advantage of the situation and hugged Song Yiyi into his arms, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "This is my best joke."

Song Yiyi glanced at him and said, "You are attacking me."

This was clearly a joke she had told.

Cen Yue chuckled softly, his doting expression tinged with helplessness. "Then how about this? I'll tell you a new story, and after I'm done, you tell me why you're crying, okay?"

He is very patient.

Song Yiyi sniffed and nodded, "Okay."

Cen Yue pondered for a moment, "Once upon a time, there was a very short duck. Others called it Dwarf Duck. One day, Dwarf Duck was walking and fell into a mud pit. Then..."

"What next?"

Song Yiyi raised her face and asked expectantly, "Is it dirty?"

Cen Yue was somewhat at a loss for words.

He tilted his head and kissed her, touching her gently with a soothing touch.

Then his clear and magnetic voice sounded: "Then it turned into a dwarf mud duck."