Tao Xiaowei held her chin and lay beside the cradle. Her big eyes looked from Yan Ying to Yan Chuyao, carefully comparing the differences between the two children.
My daughter is like her, she loves to laugh, and she also loves to sleep. In the first month of her life, she rarely opened her eyes. She even had to close her eyes when feeding, and fell asleep immediately after the need was resolved.
As for the son, he is simply a miniature version of his husband. He is cold and quiet, with a pair of round eyes staring inquiringly at the people coming and going around him. He is very resistant to others hugging him. Occasionally, Tao Xiaowei wants to hug Yan Ying and coax him.
Even if she tries to coax her, he will break away impatiently. This makes her, a mother, very hurt.
Recently, Yan Ying refused to take her milk. When he was hungry, any wet nurse who came over would take it in her mouth fiercely with her eyes closed. Only Tao Xiaowei would not look at her milk anymore and would bring her nipple to her.
It would also be spit out from his mouth, and his face would be turned to the side, frowning in disgust.
After several attempts, Tao Xiaowei gave up and summoned the medical team to inquire, but no one could tell the reason.[
It's strange that a few days ago, he and his sister were still fighting for their own ownership. If someone wanted to take it away, he would rather starve it than touch it. Why, everything seemed to have changed overnight.
Children's appetites, like the weather in midsummer, change without warning.
When Yan Xi walked into the inner room, he saw this warm scene. The three heads of his most important family members who were connected by blood were gathered together, and they didn't know what they were communicating with each other.
Taking off her cloak and taking away the cold air outside, Yan Xi gently came to Tao Xiaowei and hugged her soft body from behind.
"Husband, when did you come back? Didn't you say it would take three to five days?" Tao Xiaowei exclaimed unexpectedly, turned around happily, and hugged Yan Xi.
"Miss me? Little one." Yan Xi asked softly, rubbing her pink earlobes.
"Of course I have, but the little one is not me. We have two younger ones in our family."
Just as she was talking, Yan Chuyao suddenly opened her watery eyes, struggled to squeeze her little hands out of the quilt, and stretched out towards Yan Xi.
The daughter misses her father so much that she feels his father's breath and can't even sleep.