The Blessed

Now having another chubby son at home, everyone was overjoyed, even the horror that Ling Jingwei had brought to them was already nowhere to find. Ling Wen and Ling Wu never kept their hands off the tiny bun. When sleeping at night, they both insisted sharing the same bed with him, making everyone so amused. Finally, Lady Wang could only ask the nanny they had already brought home sleep in the next room of Ling Jingxuan'™s with the three little buns.

Late at the quiet night, everyone already fell asleep, and in the delivery room which had taken on an entirely new look, Yan Shengrui sat on the bedside, held Ling Jingxuan'™s hand and stared at him without even blinking, sometimes stretching out his hand to smoothen his hair for him, sometimes stroking his tender cheeks, while he himself still wore that travel-stained appearance. His whiskers all over the face masked his charm, and except that pair of peach blossom eyes, there was almost no breath of the individual Yan Shengrui on him.

"Hmm..."

Ling Jingxuan, who had been sleeping ever since the baby was born, moved his body and wrinkled his eyebrows. Yan Shengrui leaned by his ear to comfort her, "It's all right, the baby has been born. Take some sleep I will stay here with you, be good, sleep."

While saying so, he gently patted him, the sleeping Ling Jingxuan seemed to feel his presence, his knitted eyebrows gradually loosened, then fell asleep again, he was really too exhausted, delivering a baby already let his physical strength overdraft. Otherwise, as alert as he was, at this time he should have already opened his eyes.

Early the next morning, Ling Jingxuan looked into that pair of bright eyes as. Even if he had stayed up the whole night last night, his eyes were still brimming with radiating vigour. He didn'™t say anything. Their eyes just got intertwined in the air heatedly. And his hand having been held tightly by the other side the whole night slightly struggled to break away. He raised a hand to touch his face full of whiskers, cherry lips slightly moving, 'œMorning, husband.'

The word husband nearly made Yan Shengrui cry. His strong body suddenly pounced over at him, after making sure he didn'™t press him too hard, Yan Shengrui buried his head in his neck and greedily inhaled the smell that only belonged to him, 'œMorning, my crown princess, missed you so much....'

Missed him so so much. He had never known it was so torturing and sweet when missing someone. The moment he left home to head for the battlefield, he had already started to miss him. All the way, that kind of missing feeling got widespread and uncurbed, and made him generate the idea of going back. When he brought the solders to go behind the enemy lines, when he got lost in the desert, when they couldn'™t find any water source for a few days, in his head was all him. And when they broke through all the obstacles and aimed all the way into the capital of the Nomads and defeated them outside the boarders, he only wished he could grow out a pair of wings to fly back to his side at the fastest speed. When in coma after being poisoned, he kept murmuring his name. At the critical moment, the only thing he couldn'™t let go was him and their children. Finally he survived, and he didn'™t want to spend one more minute at the boarders. After taking care of those important and urgent matters, he immediately came back at top speed. Forget about all the pains on the way. The moment he saw him, he knew it was all worth it.

"Hehe..."

The still slightly pale face was stained with a smile of happiness, at this moment, without any word, two close hearts triumphed everything.

'œOh right, where is the baby?'

No one knew how long it had passed. Ling Jingxuan suddenly asked, and Yan Shengrui who was burying his head in this neck couldn'™t help going stiff, saying with a stuffy voice, "I asked them to carry him down for self-reflection.'

"Huh?"

Ling Jingxuan got dumbfounded. Does he know what he is saying? Does a newborn baby know about self-reflection? Is he trying to amuse him?

"He has made you in great pains for so long. Even if he is our son, it'™s still unforgivable."

Sensing what he was thinking, Yan ShengRui held up his body and said snappishly. He even had never said any harsh words to his wife, while that little bastard had tortured him like that. Self-reflection was already the slightest punishment!

Yeah, for his wife, he'™d be enemies with a little baby.

"Aren'™t you childish? He is just a baby, all right?"

Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes helplessly. He highly doubted if his husband had been swapped out there. Why this as*hole performed totally unlike his husband?

"So what? It'™s his bad to make you suffer. I also show mercy not to spank him."

It was mainly because he only had his wife in his eyes now and had no spare time, otherwise, he'™d really spank him.

"Er...you're so hopeless."

Ling Jingxuan instantly got no strength to complain. His husband had gone further and further away on the road of being an idiot.

"My crown princess, can I take some rest with you? I am tired!"

Not wanting to linger on this topic, Yan Shengrui pulled his hand shamelessly. Seeing that he kept winking at him and tried to act cute before him, if it were ordinary times, Ling Jingxuan might really think he was cute. But at this moment, he was wearing whiskers all over his face, so sloppy. Cute? He even gave him the feelings of obscene, all right? Ling Jingxuan tried his best to control the muscles at the corner of his mouth from twitching, 'œBut before that, shouldn'™t you go clean yourself up first?'

It was not that he was a face-con, the thing is he was really too shaggy. It he wanted to take some rest, he could only rest well with a clean body.

"Hmm! Wait for me!'

With his wife's permission, Yan Shengrui nodded, leaned over and pecked on his lips, then turned around, and went to the bathroom as he grabbed some clean clothes.