Gently closing the door to the room, he thought about it, and then pressed the lock.
For the first time in his life, he was sleeping with such a tiny little thing. Xicheng wasn't confident at all. Someone who never locked his bedroom door was locking it for the first time just in case.
Turning to look at the little one on the bed, he returned to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and took a quick shower, afraid of waking the little thing. He didn't even blow-dry his hair, just towel-dried it.
Walking out of the bathroom, he carefully looked around, gathering a few decorations placed at a low level and moving them to places the little one couldn't reach. After meticulously inspecting the surroundings and ensuring there was nothing dangerous, he finally returned to the bedside and lifted the quilt, afraid of waking the little one. Every move Xicheng made was with the utmost care.
