While gnawing on her food, she still made Yu Zexiao sit to the side—reading fairy tales. The nice-sounding justification was: the babies can already hear sounds from outside now, Dad has to communicate with the two little ones often, otherwise when they're born they won't be close to their dad.
Besides, Yu Zexiao couldn't go anywhere right now; it wouldn't do for her to be sitting up sleepless at the head of the bed while Yu Zexiao hid off to the side playing on the computer. Hmph, there's no way she was going to let him be that relaxed and happy.
Of course, Yu Zexiao's voice really was very pleasant. He'd started as a singer, and with age and life experience, that once heavenly voice had gained an indescribable air of maturity and steadiness. At the moment, he was using that rich, lilting voice to tell—Sleeping Beauty.
