As the saying goes, spring fatigue, autumn drowsiness, and summer naps. After Pengpeng fell asleep, Lu Qingqing also followed suit and drifted off.
When she awoke, the setting sun was already visible outside the window, and the room was dimly lit.
Lu Qingqing reached out to touch the side, didn't find her son, and suddenly became alert. She sat up abruptly and saw Fu Yisheng sitting behind the desk, with their precious son lying on the now-cleared desk, playing with the colorful toys before him, drool dripping onto them.
Fu Yisheng used a drool cloth to wipe his mouth, turned to look at Lu Qingqing with a gentle face, "Awake? I just fed Pengpeng some rice cereal, so he's not hungry right now."
Lu Qingqing let out a sigh of relief, got out of bed, went over, and kissed him on the face, "Thank you, dear."
