Ye Fei was still awake, clearly waiting for her return.
Seeing his mother, who looked even more radiant after her bath, Ye Fei's eyes widened, and he murmured, "Why did it take so long?"
Liu Yiru lay down beside her son on the bed and said, "Can't I take my time bathing?"
"Actually, you didn't need to wash so thoroughly," Ye Fei chuckled. "I heard that stuff has beautifying effects!"
"Naughty boy, don't you dare say that again!" Liu Yiru's face turned red again. She pushed Ye Fei down onto the bed and said, "Now go to sleep for me!"
"Alright," Ye Fei knew that he shouldn't embarrass his mother too much, or it might backfire. So he lay down obediently.
After a while, he felt Liu Yiru hug him from behind, with a pair of soft, large mounds pressing against his back. It felt incredibly comfortable, and he quickly fell asleep.
Liu Yiru, holding Ye Fei, also felt a sense of peace and soon drifted off to sleep as well.