Zhao Huaiming felt a soft touch on his back, and the movements of his hands paused, but soon returned to normal.

"One, go take a shower, be good."

Song Yi felt the man's body stiffen for a moment, she kissed the other party's back, and then let go of Zhao's father.

Zhao Huaiming, who thought that the little girl had gone to take a bath, breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

As a result, the little girl not only did not leave, but also got into his arms, hugged him head-on, buried her head in his chest, and rubbed it all the time.

"I don't want to take a shower, I'm so tired, I want to have a late-night snack."

Song Yi was unconsciously raised by Zhao Huaiming a little squeamish, she was coquettish with Zhao Huaiming according to her heart, and Zhao Huaiming had nothing to do with her.

Noticing that the little girl was unshoeed, he picked her up and made her stand on top of his slippers.

"Suddenly so clingy to me, made a mistake?"

Zhao Huaiming's smiling voice woke up Song Yi.

This will be Song Yi's turn to stiffen.

The soup cooked by Zhao Huaiming was so fragrant, and she was so hungry that she was bewitched...... Song Yi sorted out his thoughts, and then politely let go of his hands.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Someone pulled it.

Zhao Huaiming, who turned off the fire, would not let go of the prey that came to his mouth, he picked up the little girl, turned around and lifted her up against the refrigerator door.

Song Yi, who was stimulated by the cold touch, woke up instantly, and she pushed Zhao Huaiming's chest.

"No trouble, I'm going to take a shower."

"Run away after lighting the fire, it's quite bold, Song Xiaoyi."

Song Yi was at a loss, so she looked at Zhao Huaiming seriously, trying to tell Zhao Huaiming with her honest and sober eyes: I just had a brain twitch just now, begging to let go.

Zhao Huaiming kissed it.

After kissing Song Yi, a little fool, out of breath and almost fainting from lack of oxygen, Zhao Huaiming let go of her, and instead kissed the corners of her mouth softly several times to appease.

"Song Yi, I've missed you very much lately."

He was like a large vicious dog that was well fed and drunk, contentedly guarding the bones that he was reluctant to eat in one bite.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment.

"Do you miss me?" Zhao Huaiming asked.

Think?

Song Yi asked himself.

From an objective point of view, they have not seen each other for half a month, and they have not been separated for a long time.

And during this period, she was very busy every day, and the most important thing was that they obviously had video calls every night, and their every move would be given to Zhao Huaiming through Mu Bai's eyes and mouth.

To put it simply, they are hardly really separated, so why not want to think about it?

Song Yi wanted to open his mouth to deny it.

But she suddenly remembered the moment she walked through the door with an unbalanced heart rate.

Why?

It's just a normal homecoming, why does she have a sense of anticipation? There was even a slight joy that was almost missed by her.

And the moment she saw him cooking soup, she felt ......

Song Yi had no way to accurately describe that feeling.

But she vaguely understood that this might be missing.

Even if they've only been apart for a short time, even if they have video calls every night, even if they know each other's whereabouts inside out.

But I still miss it.

Song Yi hugged Zhao Huaiming again.

“…… Think. ”

Zhao Huaiming got an unexpected answer, a little surprised, but more pleasant.

He chuckled twice.

"Good boy."