Attack of the Adorable Kid: President Daddy's Infinite Pampering

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Bo Yan carried Yan Hua to the bed.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, her long and curly eyelashes were slightly lowered and the expression on her face was calm and beautiful.

With practised ease, his large palm reached into her nightgown and caressed her delicate and smooth waist and back.

She leaned on his chest, listening quietly to his heartbeat.

A moment later, she raised her head, kissing his jaw where some faint stubble had grown out. “Let’s sleep!”

Her soft lips with a warm breath landed on his chin, like a soft feather brushing past, a crisp and numb feeling flowing into his heart.

With his tongue against his cheek, the gaze on her grew fonder.

About half an hour later, Yan Hua was drowsy and found that the man holding her was still staring at her. She looked up at his long and upturned eyes. “What, you can’t fall asleep?”

He hummed faintly and patted her head. “I’m fine, you sleep first.”

Yan Hua knew that maybe her words earlier had affected his mood.

She lifted her hands and wrapped them around his neck, her moist eyes looking beautiful. “If you can’t sleep then let’s do something else.”

Bo Yan pulled down her hands with a dark expression, and scolded her gently, “Huahua, you can’t stay up late.”

Yan Hua suddenly turned over.

And fell on him.

Imitating how he usually looked, she looked down at him.

Looking at her pouted lips and look of displeasure, Bo Yan smiled. “Don’t play around.”

Yan Hua puffed up her cheeks. “If you can’t sleep it means that you have too much energy. Don’t you want to do something to consume that energy?”

Shaking his head, Bo Yan held Yan Hua’s waist tightly. “Lie down, I’m sleeping soon.”

As Yan Hua looked at his serious expression, she could not help but laugh. “Bo Yan, what do you think I want to do? What I meant was if you can’t sleep then get up and exercise, not exercise with me!”

Bo Yan looked at her smiling face, pressed her head towards him and bit her soft lips.

He did not use much strength, but the next second, there was a pain in his lips.

He was bitten by her instead.

A faint taste of blood filled his mouth.

“You’re getting bold, huh? Are you looking to be smacked?” He raised his eyebrows, his eyes dark and dangerous.

Yan Hua’s pink tongue tip licked her lips and looked at him, her eyes bright and mischievous. “What are you going to use to smack me?”

Bo Yan did not expect this woman to be so elfin when she was seducing people.

His throat was itchy, his lower abdomen tight and his hand around her waist tightened its grip. “I’m afraid that if I do it, you can’t take it.”

With his eyes dark, his voice hoarse, and his face so handsome, he was giving out a dark sexiness that was hard to resist.

The palm that was holding her waist, pressed on her back dimples, and his fingers that were calloused from holding guns all year round, rubbed her, making her feel numb and her body trembled unconsciously.

She leaned down, her soft red lips by his ear, saying softly, “If you can’t sleep, I’ll sing for you?”

Bo Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at her, saying nothing and licked his thin lips that were bleeding from her bite.

“You don’t want to listen?” Her heart was pounding from his look.

They had spent a lot of time together and every time he looked at her with this gaze, she would feel as shy as a little girl.

She was a popular singer now and it was hard to get a ticket to her concert.

But she had never sang in front of him before.

Seeing that he was silent, she thought he did not want to listen. She pretended to be angry and huffed, turned over and lay down at the side of the bed, far away from him.

Every time she appeared, many fans wanted to hear her sing acapella!

But this fellow did not want to listen!

Bo Yan looked at the woman who was lying so close to the edge of the bed that she might fall if she moved. He shook his head helplessly and stretched out his arm to turn off the wall lamp.

After the room turned dark, a person’s sense of hearing and smell would become more sensitive.

Although they were some distance apart, Yan Hua could feel the man’s masculine scent of the man and his light breathing.

Oh no! It seemed that his seductiveness to her was growing.

After a while, the man’s low, husky and sexy voice sounded in the dark. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall off the bed, sleeping at the edge?”

Yan Hua pretended to be asleep and ignored him.

Who was the one who had no temper?

A few seconds later, a long arm stretched over, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms.

She pushed him back and he chuckled. “You don’t want me to hug you?”

He acted like he was letting go.

Yan Hua was angry with him and raised her hand to beat his hard arm several times.

After she had finished venting out her anger, he kissed her forehead, saying, “Sing!”

Yan Hua could not see his expression in the dark room, but she could feel his gaze on her.

She was not nervous when facing thousands of audience, but she was feeling inexplicably nervous now.

She coughed and acted calm. “What song do you want to hear?”

“Anything.”

Yan Hua’s thick and long eyelashes fluttered and she tilted her head sideways in thought.

He could not sleep and to coax him to sleep, she could not sing fast-paced songs.

“Sing Xiao Heshuo’s ‘I Love You’!”

“Okay.”

…

I had a beautiful dream once

Smiling together and walking hand in hand

Not caring if it will last forever

It seems like there is no end

I thought I had always known

What your gaze revealed

Every sunset with you was very happy

Oh, Salanheo, the reason for loving you will not be wrong

Even if time and space changed, I will have the same dream

…

Her voice was clear and ethereal, with a special quality to it. In the quiet and dark night, she was able to sing the soul of the song into peoples’ hearts, with delicate control, elegance, mood, melodious yet with a touch of sadness. It was so pleasant to listen to that it would make people have an eargasm.

Bo Yan was a soldier and he usually listened to military songs, and seldom to popular songs.

Hearing Yan Hua’s acapella, it had a special charm.

She sang a few songs by his ear and he reached out his hand, patting her head. “Go to sleep.”

Yan Hua refused to stop. “I want to sing until you fall asleep.”

About half an hour later, he gradually fell asleep amidst the sounds of her beautiful voice.

Hearing his light and even breathing, a sweet smile appeared on Yan Hua’s lips.

Although he had fallen asleep, nowYan Hua was wide awake. As she rested her head on his arm, she continued to stare at him.

In the dark room, she could not see him clearly. But the outlines of his face were clear in her mind.

From his eyebrows, to his tall nose bridge and to his thin red lips. Every stroke was handsome and exquisite, like it was carved with the delicate effort of a craftsman.

After staring at him for a while, Yan Hua snuggled into his arms and prepared to sleep.

Suddenly, a phone vibrated.

Yan Hua raised her head and saw that his phone on the bedside table had lit up.

She went to the bedside table and glanced at it.

There was an unread message on the lock screen.

It was from an unknown number without a name.