Chapter 1997 I Don’t Move, You Move (2)

The room was very quiet, with no lights, and candles were burning everywhere.

In the center was a dining table, with flickering candlelight and a bunch of fresh roses with dewdrops on them.

The whole room was filled with the faint scent of roses.

Luo Yibei stared at the table quietly for a while, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

His eyes followed the table and his sight fell on the mother and son outside the balcony.

Fang Chixia and Xiaoyi were sitting on a chair each, with their backs to him, as if they were in class.

Little Milk Bag crossed his short legs and leaned lazily against the back of the chair, seeming to be particularly comfortable.

Fang Chixia taught him to recognize words one by one.

Little Milk Bag was a very smart child, and the people around him were all versatile, and the teaching staff was much better than that of ordinary children.

After Fang Chixia's class for a period of time, he had long since gotten rid of the cute image of a god who could only recognize "fried chicken" and "French fries".

Now, when he holds a newspaper, he can basically understand the general content by himself.

Luo Yibei stared at the mother and son for a long time. The little kid probably noticed his sight and turned his face to the side.

"Beibei, you're awake!" Seeing him, Xiaoyi greeted him with a smile.

"Yeah." Luo Yibei smiled at him, lifted the sheets and got out of bed, and walked slowly towards the bathroom.

As soon as he disappeared at the door, a voice suddenly came from inside, "Wife, help!"

He called Fang Chixia very smoothly, no matter how long he hadn't called her like that.

He called once, but there was no response from outside. He was stunned for a moment, and called again, "Wife, come here!"

There was still no response from outside, and even the sound of Fang Chixia teaching Xiaoyi just now disappeared.

"Chixia!" Luo Yibei poked his head out of the room, turned his head to look outside, and Fang Chixia's figure suddenly appeared at the door.

Luo Yibei was slightly startled, stared at her face, and curled the corners of his lips in a good mood.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chixia's eyes swept over him for a few seconds.

Luo Yibei raised his face slightly and pointed at his chin with his eyes.

Fang Chixia was slightly startled, and before she could react to his meaning, Luo Yibei held her sideways, hugged her and placed her on the washstand, and moved his chin closer to her.

"Help me shave it off!" He said it without changing his expression, as if it was natural for Fang Chixia to help him do such a thing.

When Fang Chixia came over, she thought that he had injured his hand and it was inconvenient to lift it, so he asked her to come over.

But she didn't expect that he could hold her so effortlessly, but he couldn't do such a small thing.

Fang Chixia was a little speechless about him, but she didn't say anything.

Sitting in this position, she took the razor, applied bubbles and helped him shave carefully.

Luo Yibei hugged her with his arms, looked at her lazily, and kneaded her here and there with his mouth and hands.

"Luo Yibei, don't move!" Fang Chixia was tickled by his teasing, and she leaned back, intending to avoid his movements. Unexpectedly, Luo Yibei took advantage of the situation and pressed forward, leaning against her body, holding her against the wall behind him with his arms.

The cold frustration passed through her back to her blood, and Fang Chixia trembled in his arms.

"Then it's your turn to move?" Luo Yibei leaned over and bit her lips lightly, laughing teasingly.