But staying in the room is torture too.
Because in order to make life a bit easier, she had coaxed Little Potato to sleep, only for the "firecrackers to go off," waking them up. Little Potato was on the verge of crying, rolling around on the bed, ready to start wailing any second.
Yu Xia felt her scalp tingling and quickly called Xie Qingci over.
"Hurry up, she's awake, you come."
She tossed him the problem like a hot potato. Xie Qingci helplessly glanced at her, walked over to pick up Little Potato, and helped her sit steadily at the foot of the bed.
"What's wrong?"
Little Potato didn't speak, just puckered her lips and shed tears, sobbing, and leaning her sticky head against Yu Xia's body.
Just looking at her pitiful appearance was nothing, but the sight of the big and small leaning together brought a bubble of warmth to Xie Qingci's heart.
They had similar dark eyes, one pitiful and aggrieved, while the other kept giving him signals, making him feel amused.
