Yan Luoxi was awakened by the ear-piercing cries of a child from downstairs. She turned over, picked up the mobile phone on her bedside table, and checked the time before covering her mouth with a delicate yawn.
"Goodness, it's only six o'clock. Why is the baby crying again?"
Li Yeqi pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back, "Sleep, Aunt Tong and Mama Chen are downstairs, they won't let the child go hungry."
Yan Luoxi propped herself against his chest, struggling to sit up with her eyes barely open, "I should go take a look. What if the child is sick?"
Li Yeqi had no choice but to sit up as well, watching her put on her shoes with her eyes closed. Clearly exhausted, she still worried about the little brat downstairs, which inevitably made him feel a tad jealous, "You've never cared about me this much."
Yan Luoxi felt slightly ashamed, "He's a child, and you're an adult. How can you compare the two?"
