Ling Muyao was still yawning, not fully awake yet, his little hands rubbing his eyes, still in a daze.
Suddenly, he sneezed, and Ling Tianyu laughed.
After a few minutes, Ling Muyao finally woke up, noticing he was in his father's arms, and glanced around, blinking in confusion because he remembered sleeping with his grandma.
Ling Muyao had a pretty good memory. Although he couldn't recall exactly what happened, being at an age where play was everything, he wasn't about to waste time pondering why. He hugged Ling Tianyu's neck, continuing to yawn.
He was clearly still not fully awake.
"Come on, time to get dressed." Ling Tianyu walked over to the cabinet in the room, took out neatly folded clothes, and dressed his son personally.
It was a tender moment you wouldn't expect from an Emperor Mountain Overlord.
Ling Muyao was easy to placate as well.
This room was arranged like a bedroom in The City, with carpet laid out on the floor, very warm.
