Zhao Chuning looked at Tang Yi, as if he was considering whether his words were credible. At this moment, Xiao Yimi suddenly opened the door and poked her head out.
Zhao Chuning was startled and pushed Tang Yi away in embarrassment. Tang Yi's face showed no change.
Little Yimi grabbed the hem of Zhao Chuning's windbreaker with her little hands, "Mommy, can you stay and tell me a story, okay?"
"Mimi."
Little Yimi looked up at her pleadingly, "Uncle doesn't even know how to tell a story, can you teach me?"
Zhao Chuning immediately said: "Uncle is not interested in learning this, and it's already so late..."
"Who said I'm not interested?" Tang Yi asked back unexpectedly. Zhao Chuning was speechless for a moment, and he pointed his chin inwards, "Go take a shower."
Having said that, he ignored her and went back into the room carrying little Yimi.
Zhao Chuning looked at the two figures, one large and one small, and walked towards the door without giving up. As a result, her guess was not wrong. The door was locked by Tang Yi again, and she couldn't get out at all.
This person just said that she was leaving and would not keep me. I don't know when she locked the door.
She had no choice but to go back. When she arrived at the master bedroom, Tang Yi was holding little Yimi and playing on the bed. Little Yimi had slept for so long before, and now she was quite energetic, sitting on the bed flipping through a story book. Tang Yi, who was lying on the side, half-closed his eyes, as if he would fall asleep at any time. But when little Yimi occasionally talked to him, he would cheer up and respond a few words, so as not to let her talk to herself.
Zhao Chuning looked at the scene under the light, his heart throbbing. For a moment, he gave up the idea of leaving, put down his bag, and said, "I don't have pajamas."
Tang Yi lazily raised his eyelids and glanced towards the cupboard, "Pick it yourself."
It was not the first time that Zhao Chuning wore Tang Yi's clothes, she was familiar with it. But tonight she did not dare to wear his shirt casually, and after choosing, she chose the most conservative long-sleeved shirt and trousers.
"I'm going to take a shower." Zhao Chuning took the clothes and went to the bathroom outside.
Little Yimi was very happy.
Zhao Chuning came back from taking a shower. As soon as he pushed the door open a tiny crack, he heard Xiao Yimi's voice, "Uncle, Uncle Luobei said that you and Mommy are in love. Is that true?"
“… It’s fake.” Tang Yi replied.
This answer was exactly the same as hers. Zhao Chuning stood outside and did not go in immediately.
"Is it fake?" Little Yimi said in a disappointed tone, "Then uncle, you won't be my daddy anymore?"
Tang Yi was silent. Zhao Chuning's eyelashes drooped slightly.
"Uncle, do you like Mommy?" Little Yimi asked another question.
Zhao Chuning's hand on the door handle tightened slightly. After waiting for a while, Tang Yi didn't say anything, so she pushed the door open and went in. The two people in the room, one big and one small, both raised their heads.
"Mommy." Little Yimi called her.
Tang Yi's gaze wandered over her, his eyes darkening slightly.
She was wearing his pajamas, a long coat and long pants, which wrapped her up tightly, even the button under her neck was buttoned tightly. However, his clothes were too big for her, so she had to roll up her trouser legs so that they would not brush against the ground, revealing her clean and beautiful ankles. Her hands were rolled up in the long sleeves, and only her snow-white and delicate fingertips could be seen.
Her long hair was casually tied up behind her head, and strands of hair fell down, outlining her elegant neck, making it look even more slender.
On a quiet winter night, even if she wrapped herself so tightly, it couldn't resist the temptation she inadvertently exuded.
Tang Yi's gaze narrowed, and his eyes became increasingly hot.
He said that he had no interest in her body, but he couldn't deceive himself with his body's most primitive reaction.
Zhao Chuning felt Tang Yi's gaze fixed on her, but she just pretended not to see it. Xiao Yimi moved to the side of Tang Yi, making room for him, and clapped her hands, "Mommy, here!"
Of course she didn't get on the bed, she just moved a chair and sat down beside the bed.
"Mommy, aren't you going to sleep?"
"Give me the storybook. Which story do you want to hear?"
"Just lie on the bed and talk!" Little Yimi invited again enthusiastically.
Zhao Chuning flipped through the book, "Mimi, is this good?"
Little Yimi looked at Tang Yi for help, hoping that her uncle would help persuade her. Tang Yi lay down leisurely, with one hand behind his head, "Since she likes to sit and talk, let her sit and talk."
"Okay." After hearing what Tang Yi said, Xiao Yimi stopped forcing him.
Little Yimi seemed to listen to his words very carefully.
Zhao Chuning felt a little jealous. How could this person be so good at pleasing children? He was obviously not an easy person to get along with.
"Aren't you going to talk yet?" Tang Yi suddenly asked. Zhao Chuning came back to her senses and realized that she had been staring at him absentmindedly. She was embarrassed, coughed awkwardly, and raised her chin, "Then I'll start. Don't you want to learn? Listen carefully."
"I'm all ears."
She glanced at the storybook, roughly browsed through the contents, and looked up at the two people on the bed.
The father and daughter lay side by side on the bed, both eyes looking at her. Little Yimi's eyes were full of expectation, but Tang Yi's eyes were deep and his emotions were hard to tell.
Zhao Chuning slowly opened his lips and told a romantic fairy tale, his voice always much softer than usual.
She was a little absent-minded at first because of Tang Yi's stare, but gradually, she became absorbed in the story and told it attentively.
Tang Yi lay on the bed, listening quietly. As the child said, she was a good storyteller, with a soft voice and vivid descriptions. When she talked about the climax, her emotions would fluctuate, and her facial expressions would be lively and interesting.
He gradually calmed down under her gentle voice, as if he was extremely tired, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed.
After finishing the story, Zhao Chuning raised her head. The two people, one big and one small, were both fast asleep on the bed. She was stunned for a moment, her heart was in turmoil, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up.
She sat there, not moving, just watching the two of them quietly. She actually felt that this scene was both magical and moving.
Xiao Yimi does look more like her. But when they sleep like this, the father and daughter are really alike. They both like to press their chests with their hands, and even the angle of their lips is very similar.
Her gaze lingered on the child's face and then unconsciously fell on the man beside the child.
Even though she resented and hated him, at this moment, she was grateful from the bottom of her heart that he was willing to be so patient and kind to Xiao Yimi.
She stood up, covered them both with the quilt, and then walked out quietly.
The hall was dark.
Outside the French window, neon lights were everywhere. Zhao Chuning curled up and sat by the window, with the images of him and his child flashing back and forth in his mind.
She wondered if she should tell him the truth.
But…
He is getting married soon.
Moreover, the more he likes Mimi, the greater the chance that he will snatch the child from her.
Zhao Chuning huddled himself in tight, his melancholy growing deeper and deeper, lingering in his heart with nowhere to vent.