The next day, Ran Xueyi woke up to an arm hugging her waist. With her eyes closed, she thought it was Zhanzhan who had placed his arm over. But the weight and the length of the arm was a bit wrong.
Why does it feel an adult's arm instead?
Opening her eyes, she saw her son in her field of vision. He was curled up into a fetal position with his thumb stuck inside his mouth. Even though he was already three years old, he liked to suck on his thumb as if he was still a baby. He looked so precious that Ran Xueyi just wanted to keep him inside her pockets.
Then, who was the owner of the arm?
Ran Xueyi shifted in the bed to turn around and look behind her.
She clearly remembered she locked the door last night before sleeping. The windows were also closed so as to not let the cold wind into her son's room.
Yet, Song Yu Han still found a way to get into the room and slept beside her!
