Song Zhiwei, who was belatedly aware of this, finally understood what Fu Ya meant and said, "Xiaoya wants your mother to tell you a bedtime story?"

Fu Ya's back turned for a moment, her little head moved imperceptibly, and her soft hair made a soft rustling sound as it rubbed the pillow towel.

Song Zhiwei smiled and said, "Xiaoya always has to turn around and tell mom what story you want to hear so that mom can tell it to you?"

Fu Ya quietly turned around and huddled ...