She glanced at Zhao Xiaobei, who was standing beside the bed, motionless, as if he had been acupunctured.
She reminded, "Xiaobei, come up."
“Oh…oh.”
A smart child who has grown up at a young age only now shows his painful and clumsy side.
He took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. When he touched the soft sheets, he carefully checked the soles of his feet to make sure they were clean before lying down.
There are two quilts on the bed.
Zhao Weidong is tall and strong, and he covers himself with a bed.
Song Yingying opened her bed and covered Zhao Xiaobei, who was lying straight.
Zhao Xiaobei was lying in the middle position, too nervous to move, as if his hands and feet did not belong to him. Only his dark eyes looked around curiously.
After looking around, it finally fell on Song Yingying.
Song Yingying had the habit of reading before going to bed. She was holding a thick book on human anatomy, which was obviously full of bloody organs, but she read it with great fascination.
Zhao Xiaobei was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
In order to ease the mood, he asked nervously, "What are you looking at?"
"It's a medical book about anatomy." Song Yingying lowered her head to meet Zhao Xiaobei's dark eyes. She noticed his piercing gaze and thought he was interested, so she asked, "Do you want to read it? I can read it to you."
"good."
Zhao Xiaobei rested his chin on the quilt and nodded seriously.
Song Yingying's voice was as clear and cold as her temperament, but on this night, it seemed especially gentle.
She recited each word in a steady voice. The complicated medical knowledge and various human organs should have been boring and terrifying when put together, but one recited it loud and clear, and the other listened with fascination.
It is indeed... a kind of wonder.
After Zhao Weidong washed up, he walked into the house and saw this scene.
Song Yingying then raised her eyes from the book and looked at Zhao Xiaobei beside her.
The child, who had his bright eyes open a moment ago, had fallen asleep without knowing when.
He closed his eyes and breathed evenly with small breathing sounds.
As he fell asleep, his tense body gradually relaxed and he subconsciously moved closer to Song Yingying.
Song Yingying put down the book and said to Zhao Weidong, "Xiaobei has fallen asleep. I won't read it anymore. Please turn off the light."
"Um."
Zhao Weidong turned off the lights, and the room fell into darkness.
The double bed creaked and a man lay down on it.
From one person it became two people, and from two people it became three people.
Song Yingying slept on the bed and did not feel crowded. Instead, she felt unprecedented peace of mind.
Zhao Weidong has done so much for her. Perhaps she should take more initiative next and make them a real couple.
Song Yingying was thinking in a daze when she felt a warm touch on her side.
Zhao Xiaobei, who was half asleep, turned over without knowing when and snuggled up to her.
After the little child came closer, he clung to Song Yingying's arm and rubbed it gently in his sleepy state.
He murmured indistinctly in his throat.
"Mother……"
It has been a long time since he last slept in his mother's arms.
Song Yingying subconsciously reached out and hugged Zhao Xiaobei who was leaning against her. She patted his back gently and said softly, "I..."
Zhao Weidong was sleeping on the other side and could hear all these subtle movements clearly.
This night has a special meaning for the three of them.
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