Treat Her Well

"He's been sleeping since last night," Qin Xin answered, turning to look at Hao'er on the bed.

"Go get some rest!" Feng Jiu then walked forward and sat beside the bed.

Qin Xin bowed and left the room, closing the door gently behind her.

Feng Jiu sat beside the bed, staring at Hao'er, who was fast asleep. When she saw him, her heart softened. She had watched him grow from a small bundle curling up like a kitten in her arms to this size now over the years.

The little boy was so good-looking; when he grew up, he would surely be a handsome man. She burst out laughing at the thought of many adoring women following behind him one day. 

"Mother?" Hao'er opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed them, and saw his mother laughing by the bed.

"Awake? Are you hungry?" She asked with a smile, lifted him out of the quilt, picked up the clothes on the bedside, and helped him dress.