After playing around all day, Cheng Zhirang took Xixi back to the adjacent room. She washed herself before coming out, and he helped dry her hair.
There were cameras in the room, which Cheng Zhirang hadn't covered up yet.
Wearing pajamas, Xixi obediently nestled in Cheng Zhirang's arms, playing with the buttons on his clothes.
Once her hair was mostly dry and combed smooth, Cheng Zhirang took out a small bottle and pressed out some essential oil to apply to the ends of her hair. He was very skilled; it was clear he did this often.
As he applied the oil, he gently asked Xixi, "Earlier in the afternoon, Xixi said she didn't want a little brother. Daddy didn't ask why at the time. Can you tell Daddy now why you don't want a little brother?"
Xixi was still fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, her tender little face naturally resting against Cheng Zhirang's chest, pressing her little mouth slightly open.
"Because Mommy would be in pain. Daddy said so."
"When did Daddy say that?"
