The Warmest Night

"I want to be like other kids who have their mother and father tell them stories before they sleep," Ying Bao cried. "Xi Baby, Uncle Dimple, can you help me?"

There was no way anyone could say no to such a cute little crying girl.

"Jing Xi, why don't you come up too?" Huo Yunshen said while trying to wipe the tears off Ying Bao's face with a tissue. "She looks like she's really sad about it."

That's what I'm waiting for! Xu Xiyan celebrated in her head.

Xu Xiyan was trying to hold in her smile as she kept praising her daughter in her head.

"Alright," Xu Xiyan said. "Don't cry, okay? I'm coming."

And with that, Xu Xiyan was lying on the same bed as Huo Yunshen.

Huo Yunshen started to tell his story with his deep voice as if he was a live-cello. The attractive voice made the story more interesting than ever.

Xu Xiyan and Ying Bao kept staring at his face while he spoke, immersing themselves in his voice.