Yoyo
sent you a voice message
Yoyo has been awake for quite some time, yet she dares not move. Lying on her side, she greedily traces every inch of You's sleeping face with her gaze.
She cautiously extends one finger, its tip gently touching his brow like a butterfly landing on a flower. She wants to smooth away all wrinkles there. Her fingertip slides down his straight nose, across his well-defined lips, finally resting on the stubble on his chin. It feels slightly prickly, but she loves this rough, authentic sensation.
Daddy... I'm hungry.