Su Lu didn't move, just her lips slightly parted as she whispered, "Bo Jingshen, what do you want to do?"
Her voice was clearly tense, but she didn't move.
Bo Jingshen chuckled softly, his voice carrying a gentle sigh, "Don't be nervous, I want to give you a goodnight kiss."
No sooner had his words fallen than his lips gently pressed against Su Lu's forehead, "Goodnight, sweet dreams."
"Good, goodnight."
Su Lu slowly closed her eyes, listening to the thumping of her own heartbeat, gradually sinking into sleep.
In the middle of the night, Zhao Xiaole suddenly woke up crying.
"Wah!——"
The child woke from a dream crying breathlessly, miserable beyond words.
Su Lu opened her eyes and sprang up, only to find that Bo Jingshen had reacted quicker than she had; he had already unwrapped the child from the sleeping bag and was holding him in his arms, softly consoling him.
His voice was deep and gentle, possessing the power to soothe a troubled heart.
