I listened to my sister's words today.

Chapter 282 Warmth and Strength

Jiang Ling stepped closer, tapped the lid of the pot with her finger, tilted her head slightly and asked, "What's stewing in this?"

"Master, this is beef."

Jiang Ling didn't say much. He took out a wet tissue from the side and wiped the opening of the air release valve neatly.

Then, open the lid of the bottle, remove the nipple, insert the nozzle of the deflation valve directly into the bottle, and press the deflation button with your finger.

Hiss—hot air gushed out instantly, and the liquid in the bottle was completely heated by the steam in a few seconds.

Jiang Ling tested the temperature and after confirming it was suitable, she covered the nipple again, picked up the bottle in her hand, and turned around and left.

He walked quickly to the door of the lounge and knocked gently.

The door opened, and this time, it was the little guy Yun Yiru who poked his head out.

When the little guy saw the familiar figure, his eyes lit up.

Jiang Ling squatted down and handed the bottle over, saying gently, "Drink it, it's just heated up."

Yun Yiruo was obviously very hungry. She took the bottle and started drinking it impatiently.

The milky white liquid quickly disappeared into the bottle.

However, after a few sips, the little brows slowly frowned and the action of sucking milk became a little hesitant.

"Sister, why does this milk smell like beef stew?"

He raised his head, the bottle still hanging from his lips, his eyes full of confusion.

Jiang Ling was staring at her phone screen, as if she was dealing with something important. Without even looking up, she casually replied, "It's milk. How can it not smell like cow?"

"what?"

Yun Yiruo was stunned, her face full of disbelief, "Is this milk?"

Jiang Ling reached out to take the empty bottle, patted her little head, and said in a relaxed tone: "Okay, go to bed quickly, I'll take you out to play tomorrow."

"it is good!"

The little guy smiled instantly when he heard that, and ran to the bed, not forgetting to turn back and give instructions.

"Then sister should also rest early, good night!"

"Good night."

Jiang Ling watched her get into bed, his gaze lingering on her peacefully sleeping face for a moment before he silently turned around and gently closed the door.

The sound of water running in the bathroom in the room suddenly stopped, as if the whole world had become quiet.

Luo's mother gently combed her freshly dried, silky hair, and placed the medical examination report that she had carefully read on the bedside table beside her.

She walked gently to the bed, then slowly lay down, stretched out her arms and gently held the child in her arms.

"Have you just finished drinking?"

Yun Yiru nodded obediently and replied in a baby voice, "Yeah, I'm done!"

Yun Yiruo raised her head and suddenly found that her mother's eyes seemed a little red.

The little hand gently touched the mother's cheek and asked softly: "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Luo's mother smiled and shook her head, her eyes full of pity. She reached out and gently rubbed the child's soft right ear, saying softly, "It's okay, Mom is just a little tired."

Yun Yiruo sensibly buried her little face in her mother's warm chest, rubbing against it like a cute little kitten, and said in a slightly shy and coquettish tone:

"Mom...I...I want more..."

When Luo's mother heard the child's request, she did not hesitate this time and revealed it directly.

Yun Yiruo obediently followed Luo's mother's actions, gently opened her pink little mouth, and carefully held the source of the warm breath.

Luo's mother noticed that the child was sucking a little harder, so she gently reached out her hand, slowly pulled the quilt up a little, and then gently patted the child's back.

He asked softly, "Ruoruo, do you want to drink?" His voice was full of love.

Yun Yiruo still had something in her mouth, so her words were a little unclear: "Drink...drink what?"

"It's breast milk."

Yun Yiruo slowly opened her mouth, shook her head gently, and asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Is it delicious? Can I drink it?"

Those big, clear eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation.

After hearing this, Luo's mother seemed to react suddenly.

Yes! How could my own child know the sweetness of breast milk? In that instant, a deep feeling of pity welled up in my heart.

Luo's mother gently reached out her hand and smoothed the child's hair: "Of course you can drink it."

When she said this, Luo's mother thought to herself that as long as the child likes it, the worst that can happen is to give him an inducer.

Yun Yiruo seemed to have thought of something and half of her face appeared from under the quilt, with a timid light in her eyes.

There was a tremor in his voice: "I...I don't want to drink! I don't want it anymore, Mom, let's go to bed."

Luo's mother was startled for a moment, a complicated look flashing across her eyes, but she quickly put on her usual gentle smile: "Okay, okay, I won't drink it."

Yun Yiruo moved her small body and reached out to grab her mother's sleeve.

Her voice suddenly rose a little, with a child's unique stubbornness: "Then Mom, you have to promise me that you won't do anything to hurt yourself!"

Luo's mother was stunned, and the smile on her face seemed to freeze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

He lowered his head and gently stroked Yun Yiruo's forehead with his free hand: "Okay, okay, okay, I promise you."

After hearing this promise, Yun Yiru finally felt relieved, but still felt uneasy.

He climbed up again anxiously, with his little head pressed against his mother's chest.

The force was a little hurried, as if he was using all his strength to grab something.

Mother Luo lowered her head and looked at the tender little face in her arms, and a sudden bitterness rose in her heart.

He patted Yun Yiru's back gently and said softly, "Okay, go to sleep quickly. If you don't sleep now, it will be dawn soon."

Yun Yiruo seemed to have heard the word "dawn". Her eyelids began to twitch and her eyes gradually became unfocused, but she still leaned stubbornly on her mother's chest, as if to ensure something.

Luo's mother looked at the child in her arms, her heart feeling both soft and complicated.

He sighed softly, leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes fixed on the physical examination report on the bedside table, and did not move away for a long time.

The few words on the report pierced her heart deeply - "weak due to premature birth", "low immunity", and "no hearing in the right ear".

These days, she tried her best to suppress her emotions just to give her child the best.

The night was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of two heartbeats.

Yun Yiruo's little hands gradually loosened their grip on Luo Mu's sleeves, and her little head slid onto the pillow. Her breathing became even, and she fell asleep.

Luo's mother gently tucked the corners of the quilt for her and stared at her face for a long time.

Luo Mu's fingers paused in the air for a moment, and finally gently landed on Yun Yiru's forehead.

She smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead and murmured softly, "Mom will take good care of herself and will take good care of you."

The moonlight from outside the window poured in, and the room was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the clock.

That night, Luo's mother seemed to have found a moment of peace.

She leaned gently against the headboard and closed her eyes.

Sleepiness gradually came over her, and in her dream it seemed as if a pair of small hands were holding her tightly, making her heart feel warm and strong.