When Lingxuyao went out after showering, he saw his wife and children on the bed.
Jiang Shuxia lied on her side as she looked down at the child's white and tender face.
The room was very quiet, and only the sound of the baby sucking on the milk could be heard.
The man's face was slightly gloomy as he walked over. His body was still wet, and the fire he had ignited just now could only be extinguished by a cold bath.
Seeing such an alluring scene, the man's body unconsciously showed signs of rising.
Even if the air conditioner was on in the room, his body was still cold, and a chill would soon seep out.
The bed beside him sank. Jiang Shuxia didn't even need to turn her head to know that he had come out.
Her white fingers caressed the baby's cheeks as she smiled. She was happy to see how the baby changed every day.