After waking up, he was still unable to step out of that dream.
He was certain that he hadn't been seeing Lian Xinying in every woman just because he missed her so much.
It was only Su Yanxin.
Her voice was so similar, her silhouette was so alike...
Yan Ye was not the type of man to stare at women.
Therefore, in Yan Ye's mind, besides Su Yanxin's voice and silhouette, and that face which did not resemble Lian Xinying's, he had no impression of her other features.
Now, he was eager to see the other parts of Su Yanxin...
Yan Ye believed that there couldn't possibly be so many coincidences in the world.
If coincidences occurred, they were very likely orchestrated.
Rolling out of bed, Yan Ye glanced at his son, who was sound asleep... his back turned to Yan Ye, seemingly still upset.
Despite breathing evenly, the little guy was really holding a grudge.
With a sigh of helplessness, Yan Ye covered him with a thin blanket.