The Gift of a Kiss

Yin Shaojie's handsome face leaned forward and gave her lips a peck. "I'm home; you've waited long."

Mu Xiaoxiao's little lips pouted as though complaining about how late he was coming back in.

Yin Shaojie laughed lightly. He stretched out his long arms and picked her up by her waist.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't wake up but rested her little head on his shoulder, his eyes still shut. Once settled in that position, she curled up in his embrace and continued her slumber.

He carried her into the bedroom gently.

The lights in the room were switched off, and it was dark. However, Yin Shaojie didn't feel like turning them on for fear of waking her up. Instead, he guided himself by the faint light of the hallway, groping his way to the bed. Once there, he put her down gently, making sure she was settled properly.