Mu Xingfeng lay there quietly, feeling the girl’s small, gentle hand lightly trace across his face; it tickled, but he enjoyed it.
He never thought that An Ran would do such a thing while he was asleep, never expected his little girl would secretly touch him and watch him like this.
He could even feel the love conveyed through her fingertips, knowing his little girl truly had feelings for him.
When her small hand moved from his thin lips and stopped, Mu Xingfeng wanted to open his eyes to look at his little girl, but he felt her move again, and in an instant, warmth and softness covered his lips.
Almost imdiately, Mu Xingfeng’s entire body stiffened. Except for that one ti when she was under the influence of dicine, he never thought An Ran would take the initiative, especially while he was asleep.
Finally, the little girl moved away from him, even smacking her lips as if savoring the taste, then he heard her murmur faintly, "All this ti it’s been you doing this to , finally, I get to do as I please. Ah, I can sleep well now."
Mu Xingfeng chuckled inwardly, really wanting to tell her that she could do whatever she wanted to him anyti.
The next morning, An Ran was woken up by Mu Xingfeng while she was still dreaming.
Hugging the quilt, An Ran looked at the man before her with a look of utter despair, and complained, "Instructor Mu, do you know that sleep deprivation is akin to chronic suicide?"
After saying this, she closed her eyes again, intending to return to her dreams.
But she hadn’t fallen asleep yet when she felt a pain on her forehead.
Seeing An Ran open her eyes, the man still had a mischievous smile on his lips: "Little brat, if you don’t behave, I can wake you up like this every day."
After speaking, the man raised his hand again, and An Ran quickly rolled over and fell off the bed, her face pale, stamring, "No... Instructor Mu, I’ll hit... I’ll practice."
Inside, An Ran was sweating bullets, realizing Instructor Mu could really be like this.
At the old Mu Family house, it was the weekend, and Mu Zhenzong and He Yushu were off work. Early in the morning, Grandma Mu was muttering about calling Mu Xingfeng to bring An Ran back for lunch, but Old Mr. Mu stopped her.
Calling this early in the morning, what if the two of them are having fun? Wouldn’t it ruin my chance to hold a great-grandchild? Old Mr. Mu thought mischievously.
Finally, after breakfast, Grandma Mu clamored that now was a good ti to call Mu Xingfeng. Just as she was about to dial, Mu Wanxin ca downstairs, saying as she walked, "Grandma, no need to call, your precious grandson doesn’t have ti to co to the old house for a al."
"How could that be? He’s on vacation at ho, no work, and those trivial matters at the company can’t trouble him. How could he have no ti?" Grandma Mu expressed an inexplicable confidence in her grandson.
Mu Wanxin ca to the dining table and took a bite of a stead dumpling.
"From today onwards, he won’t have ti, because he has to train his little wife. From what I see, he’s determined to train her to beco one of his team mbers," Mu Wanxin said indistinctly with her mouth full of food, but it was clear she was full of discontent and disdain.
"What exactly happened?" He Yushu ca over after hearing Mu Wanxin’s words and, seeing her daughter’s unladylike eating habits, took the bun from her hand.
Mu Wanxin pouted and said, "It’s all because yesterday, An Ran got into a fight with Chen Wanli’s daughter, and Xingfeng was dissatisfied with An Ran for losing, saying he needs to intensify her training."
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