TL NOTE: So much flufffff on this chapter! I warn you, the little bun IS SO CUTE!!(⁎❝᷀ົ ˙̫ ❝᷀ົ⁎)

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Translated by: Tinker

She went over and sat beside him. His body seemed to be stiff for a moment, and his fingers tightened. He didn’t know why he wanted to stay, but maybe because he hadn’t seen his mother for half a month.

In fact, Zhao Shi knew that he missed the feeling of being held last time in his mother’s arms. When he closed his eyes, he could still smell his mother’s fragrance. She would care about him and ask him of his calligraphy, or if he was tired or not?

“Do you want to eat?” Song Luan wanted to beat herself after asking. He had just finished lunch. He must no be hungry.

Sure enough, the little bun shook his head. “Not hungry.”

Song Luan seemed to be at a loss. It was also her first time to be a mother! Because she was in a hurry to think of topics, she blurted, “Can you play chess?”

After hesitating for a while, he nodded, “Yes.”

She’s ashamed to say that, as a modern person, she only knows the rules of chest, but can’t play it. In short, she can understand it but can’t play it. She smiles, “We won’t play chess today. I’ll teach you a new way to play it.”

Shi Ge has never heard that there are other ways to play chess. The big bright grape-like eyes looked at her for a moment. They were obedient, “Okay.”

Song Luan found a set of good chess piece from the cabinet. She sat cross-legged and her son was sitting on small cushion. There was only a low table between them. She explained the rules of Gomoku to her son.

The child is also very smart. He can understand just by listening.

The light in the afternoon was more gentle in other days. The lazy golden light shines in the room through the window pane. It was warm and bright.

The mother and son were stitting quietly. Song Luan held the white piece in her hand, and the brother held the black piece.

Song Luan concentrated on playing chess and was not affected by the outside world at all. She held the white piece while supporting her chin with the other hand. She stared at the chess game for a long time before slowly placing it on the board. It was a very cautious move. After all, she didn’t want to lose to a child.

In fact, the son had deliberately let his mother won several times. It seems that she didn’t see that he always placed the piece in the wrong place so his mother would win.

Unconsciously, an hour has already passed.

Song Luan yawned and said, “Are you sleepy? Do you want to take a break?”

Shi Ge put down his chess piece wisely though he was reluctant to give up, “I’m a bit sleepy, so I’ll go back first.”

He returned to his stiff tone.

Song Luan reached out her hand and pinched the small face that she long-coveted. She smiled and said, “Sleep here. I also want to have a break anyways, so let’s do it together.”

He was stunned for a long time. The place she pinched was red and hot. The temperature on his face also rose. He thought his mother was impatient with him and wanted to drive him away.

His voice was small, it seemed like he was embarassed, “Okay.”

Song Luan let his little hand into the room. The four-year-old child seemed to be able to do everything by himself. After taking off his shoes, he took off his outer garment, and put himself in a good position. He didn’t dare move around. He was lying in the innermost place.

She got into the bed and covered the little bun, “Go to sleep.”

After a while, Song Luan leaned on him and let him sleep in her arms.

The little bun in her arms didn’t move. He didn’t dare to sleep, so his eyes were open. He’s afraid that once he wakes up, the bed will be empty.

After a while, the little bun didn’t stay awake for too long, and fell asleep in her arms. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the light turned a little dark.

When the sun had set, the door creaked and was pushed open from outside. Zhao Nanyu stepped inside with his black boots. He was wearing dark clothes, and his whole body was filled with killing aura. The boots fell on the blanket quietly.

He walked into the inner room, stood in front of the bed and looked at the two people sleeping on the bed. Those eyes, which were usually gentle like water faded off its disguise, and in turn exposed deep anger and a terrible desire for control.

The woman in the bed, with her collar slightly open, exposed white and delicate collarbones in front of his eyes.

Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes to cover the dark light in them.