He sat down beside her, took the towel from her hand, and began to dry her hair. "When he sleeps, he always likes to curl up, just like you."
Su Jia chuckled lightly, "Of course, after all, he's my son."
Lu Yanhe paused for a moment as if he was considering something.
After a while, he responded leisurely, "Indeed, sleeps like a little pig, almost identical to you."
Su Jia pinched the soft flesh on his thigh and gave it a hard twist.
Lu Yanhe felt both pain and itchiness, and seeing the woman angry and ashamed, he stifled a laugh.
"The pig-like sleeping posture must be inherited from you," Su Jia retorted defiantly, then got up to the drawers, rummaged through them for the first aid kit, and brought it back to the bed.
As she sorted through its contents, she warned coldly, "Are you going to undress yourself, or do I have to do it?"
Lu Yanhe's eyebrows curved into a smile as he asked softly, "Jiajia, it's very late now, aren't you tired..."
