Shen Mingzhu woke from her nap and wasn't surprised to see her son resting on the living room sofa.
Although she tried to be as quiet as possible, by the time she re-emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water, Pei Ziheng had woken up. He propped himself up on the couch, his dark eyes gazing at her like two ink-jewels.
"Did I wake you? Go sleep in your room upstairs,"
Shen Mingzhu said with concern.
Pei Ziheng shook his head, his gaze falling on the glass in her hand. In a low voice with a hint of whining, he said, "I want some water."
Pretending to be obliging, Shen Mingzhu passed him the glass, "Drink up, I haven't touched it yet."
"Thank you, Mom."
Seeing her son take the glass and drink slowly brought Shen Mingzhu some relief.