He paused his work, turned to the resting room, grabbed a thin blanket, and returned to the sofa.
The girl was sleeping soundly with her lips slightly parted, showing a few teeth. Her face was flushed, and the faint hairs on her delicate skin could be seen under the light.
He kneeled beside the sofa, bent his finger, and touched her cheek.
It was extremely soft.
...
On Christmas Day, Song Yaoyao rushed downstairs before dawn without washing her face.
"Gege! Gege Gege!"
The man had already changed into his business attire and was ready to head out.
He turned his head when he heard the girl's cry, but she had already slammed into his arms like a small cannonball.
"So thoughtless."
Huo Yunque frowned, but he still wrapped his arms around her so she wouldn't get injured.
Song Yaoyao's eyes sparkled. "Gege, it's Christmas Day!"
"Yes, so?" he asked calmly, hiding his amusement.
