When Qin Zhao woke up again, it was already dawn.

The room was silent, and the bed beside him was empty. Qin Zhao moved his fingers and felt something warm and soft pressing against his arm.

A faint scent of milk wafted through his nose. The little thing sensed that he had woken up and crawled two steps towards him.

Qin Zhao took the child into his arms and looked down at a pair of round, dark eyes: "Awake?"

"...Ah!" The little fish waved his arms, stretched out his chubby palms and gently pressed them on Qin Zhao's forehead.

The touch on his forehead was soft. Qin Zhao looked at the boy's serious expression and reacted.

This kid is imitating his father.

Qin Zhao had been having recurring fever for some time, and Jing Li often used this method to test the temperature of his forehead. When Xiao Yuzai saw this, he started to do the same.

The little guy may not know what this action means, but it is his way of caring about Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao felt incredibly soft-hearted. He took the child's chubby hand and rubbed it against his cheek: "Daddy is fine, don't worry."

"Eee ...

Qin Zhao paused.

Mr. Qin, who was always calm, was stunned for a long time. "Are you calling me?"

The little fish tilted his head: "Eh?"

Qin Zhao sat up and picked up the little fish cub, his brows lit up with joy: "Call again, call again for Daddy to hear."

“Ah…Ah!”

"Why do you want daddy to hold you so early in the morning? Didn't I tell you that daddy is still sick?" When Jing Li pushed the door open, he happened to see Qin Zhao holding the baby fish.

He walked to the bedside and checked the temperature of Qin Zhao's forehead: "It's gone down."

The tone was lukewarm, and no emotion could be heard.

Qin Zhao looked at Jing Li's expression and said nothing.

His memory still lingered on last night when Xiao Yue sent him home. If he remembered correctly, Xiaoyu seemed quite angry at that time?

I don’t know if his anger has subsided after this night.

Qin Zhao came up with a solution in an instant.

He lifted the cub in his arms and said, "Fish cub just called me daddy."

The little fish was lifted up by the armpits, still a little confused about being suspended in the air. He subconsciously kicked his two short legs and looked up at his other father: "Ah..."

Qin Zhao: "..."

"No, that's not what you called me just now." Qin Zhao frowned slightly.

The fish cub's eyes showed a troubled look: "Ah, ah..."

"It's still not right." Qin Zhao patiently taught him, "It's daddy, try calling him that again."

Fish cub: “Ahhh…”

Jing Li: "Puff."

"He really screamed just now." Qin Zhao took the child back into his arms and sighed, "This silly boy..."

"I know." Jing Li turned around to help Qin Zhao get his clothes, smiling, "He called it last night, but he's probably not very proficient yet. He needs some time to learn."

"Really?" Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked down at the little boy in his arms who was playing with his hair. "It seems that I missed my son's first time calling him daddy again. Tell me, why am I so unlucky in this kind of thing?"

"If you hadn't drunk alcohol and had a fever last night, you wouldn't have missed it."

Jing Li snorted unhappily, took the kid over, and threw a coat to Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao didn't rush to get dressed. He patted the bed beside him and said, "Come here."

Jing Li sat down next to him and was hugged from behind.

"I was wrong." Qin Zhao rested his head on Jing Li's shoulder, his breath spraying on his neck.

The voice was so soft.

Jing Li's ears felt numb and he turned his head away.

This guy has been sick so many times but he still hasn't learned his lesson. However, the methods of coaxing him have become more and more skilled.

"Are you really angry?" Qin Zhao looked at his expression, raised his hand to cover the little fish's eyes, and leaned over to kiss Jing Li on the side of his face. "This time was an accident, it won't happen again, believe me."

Of course Jing Li was not really angry.

In fact, his anger had almost subsided last night, but if he really forgave this person so easily, who knows what he would do next time.