Even if Lian Xinying hadn't said anything, Yan Ye would still walk over.
"Yingying, has our daughter eaten enough?" Yan Ye was worried she might be hungry.
"She eats for a while and sleeps for a while. I don't have enough for her right now, so I'll go make some formula. You hold her for me." As long as Lian Xinying said she was tired, Yan Ye would never let her hold the baby.
Whenever Lian Xinying asked him to hold the baby, he would absolutely do it.
This trait of Yan Ye quickly made the pains Lian Xinying endured during childbirth fade away.
After holding his daughter in his arms, Yan Ye started playing with her.
"Baby, you have to be good and drink your milk. Your brother drank his, you know… If you don't drink, you'll stay this tiny forever. You're so tiny; daddy's worried, mommy's worried, and your brother's worried too." Yan Ye turned into a chatterbox in front of his daughter.
