Ruins, Ye Jinghong's Kitchen

Little Nian Bai came back and only called out from outside, "I'm back, Dad, Mom. I'm going to sleep."

Bingbing called through the door, "Wash your face and feet before you go to bed."

Little Nian Bai was obedient as well. He answered, and then there was a burst of noise from the kitchen. Finally, they heard his bedroom door close.

"He comes home looking like a little mud monkey every day," Bingbing said with a soft laugh.

"He's very independent. Even at such a young age, he can already do a lot of things himself." I felt a little emotional.

Bingbing said, "Yeah. A lot of the time, he doesn't need me to take care of him. He's very sensible and worries about tiring me out. Actually, whenever I see him like this, I think of you. He's a lot like you. He always likes to think of others, cares for them as much as he can, and never causes them too much trouble."

So that was how she saw me.

We chatted idly like that.

"It's getting late. Come up and sleep." She slowly began taking off her clothes.

I took a deep breath, feeling something strange stir inside me.

I stood up, hesitating over whether I should take off my clothes too.

She did not avoid me when she changed into her pajamas. Watching her, I felt a blazing fire burn in my lower abdomen. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms. Her body trembled slightly, but she quietly pressed herself against me.

We could feel each other's heartbeats.

I looked at her. Her eyes burned with fierce flames. Lowering my head, I kissed her.

"Ah!" At that crucial moment, we heard a cry. It was Little Nian Bai's voice.

And I was certain it had come