I looked up from the couch where I was lying down and cuddled with Xi Feng.
I had never really considered myself overly maternal, but I was absolutely enamored with every aspect of this little girl. I stroked her back up and down as she wiggled under my touch, her short black hair poking up from all directions brushed against my skin. However, she had thrown the mother of all temper tantrums not that long ago, so she was pretty tired right now, and I wasn't worried about her waking up.
The guys were assuming that she was unhappy that they hadn't given her her favorite bottle, but I knew it was just gas. That stuff hurts.
Zhao Jun Jie had decided to call his daughter Zhao Xi Feng not that long ago, and I think that it suited her perfectly.
