<h4>Chapter 2352: Chapter 2345: Brandon, Brandon, I want to listen.</h4>


    "Brandon Heath, I’m feeling a bit sleepy." Aria Rowlett snuggled in his arms and talked for a while, her eyelids gradually growing heavy.


    She was very sleepy throughout her pregnancy.


    Even if she slept more than ten hours a day, she always felt like it wasn’t enough.


    Had she not asked the doctor whether this was normal, she would have doubted if she was sick.


    "You should sleep if you’re tired." Brandon carried her to the bed on one side, gently put her down, and covered her with the nket.


    "But I don’t really want to sleep." Aria rubbed her eyes, her voice sounding drowsy.


    "So?" Brandon knew his little wife certainly had a request. With a faint smile ying at the corner of his lips, he asked softly.


    Aria was ten years younger than him. In Brandon’s eyes, she was still a little girl.


    In their daily lives, he did pamper her like a child.


    Aria blinked her eyes, pleading sweetly, "Sing me to sleep."


    "How should I sing?" Brandon stroked her soft hair, looking down at his coquettish little wife, his eyes filled with indulgence.


    "You could sing a song for me?" Aria’s eyes darted around.


    The man beside her had an expression that froze for a few seconds: "Sing?"


    "Hmm. Don’t you know how to sing?" Aria pouted, "I’ve never heard you sing. Please sing for me, I want to listen."


    "This..."


    This matter seemed to be a bit difficult for Brandon.


    Although it wasn’t an excessive request.


    "Please, please." Aria pulled his hand, her voice bing more tender, "Brandon, I want to listen. Sing for me, please."


    Aria shook his arm, her eyes filled with anticipation as she looked at him.


    Brandon looked into her deep ck eyes, which one moment were drowsy and the next moment shone brightly. He felt that if he refused, she might cry the next moment.


    "Alright." Brandon chuckled softly, "What song would you like to hear?"


    "As long as it’s sung by you, I’ll love to listen." Aria thought for a moment before saying, "Sing a lyrical, quiet song."


    She said, then blinked her eyes at him, looking as if she would be "all ears".


    Brandon’s voice was very pleasant to hear.


    His daily speech was like a deep and rich voice that could make one’s ears "pregnant."


    But Aria had never heard him sing.


    So she suddenly wanted to hear what his singing would be like.


    Brandon pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright."


    Aria waited for a short while, and then he began to hum softly.


    He was singing a French song.


    Aria didn’t understand what he was singing, but it didn’t affect her liking his singing.


    No, it was very pleasant to hear.


    With his deep and gentle bass, the elegant and slow melody, his voice was like a whisper of sweet nothings in her ear.


    Aria couldn’t help but be intoxicated by his singing.


    As expected, Brandon’s singing was as beautiful as his speaking voice.


    Like fine wine, or a beautiful dream, one couldn’t help but be consumed by him.


    By the time Brandon finished singing once, Aria’s eyes were filled with drowsiness, and she closed them bit by bit.


    When Brandon finished singing, Aria had fallen asleep, her eyes closed.


    Listening to her even and shallow breathing, Brandon lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, "Aria, good night."