These past few days, he’s been clamoring to sleep with Mom and Dad, probably because he mainly wants to sleep with Brother An. But unfortunately, Brother An hasn’t seed to realize this and actually doesn’t want to sleep with his sons, which leaves Yang Chuxia feeling downhearted.
"Mom, I want to sleep with Daddy!"
Lele is so cunning, seeing his mom hesitating again, he quickly speaks up.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia glares at Ye Zi’an, "Your son wants to sleep with you, wants to kiss and hug you, but you let them go to bed on their own, not afraid of hurting your son’s feelings."
Yangyang, hearing his mom’s words, nods imdiately, "Sad, so sad."
This kid, although not as cunning as Lele, always manages to seize the key point.
At this mont, Ye Zi’an also has nothing to say. Could he say he doesn’t want to sleep with his son? No way!
If he really said that, not only would the two little rascals make a fuss, but Xiaxia would also get mad at him, possibly thinking he doesn’t like his sons.
So Ye Zi’an is in a pitiful state.
For the following five or six days, he hardly gets any chance to be intimate with his lady. At night, there are two little rascals blocking the bed, and he has to get up early in the morning to attend to his duties until the afternoon. Once he finishes and returns, the two sons are clinging to them, demanding playti, leaving him frustrated and fiery.
Now, why does he find sons so annoying? Next ti his lady has a baby, it must be a sweet, soft daughter.
"My lady, how about tonight we let the two little rascals sleep with their mothers, okay?" Ye Zi’an asks one early morning.
Because Yang Chuxia went to bed early the previous night, she is awake when he wakes up and rises with him.
"Pff..." Yang Chuxia laughs and gives him a sidelong glance, but deliberately says, "You don’t like your sons?"
Ye Zi’an quickly replies, "No, absolutely not, your husband just likes you more, that’s all."
Seeing Yang Chuxia not talking, he moves closer to where she is sitting, rubbing his leg against hers and reaching out to hook her hand. "My lady!"
His soft voice sounds utterly clingy, making Yang Chuxia shiver involuntarily, "Speak properly."
"Oh," Ye Zi’an imdiately sits up straight, but what is going on with his hand, leading hers away?
Yang Chuxia looks at him, astonished, only to et his earnest eyes and grave expression.
Then she hears him say with utmost seriousness, "My lady, don’t you think the cucumber has turned into an old cucumber? If we don’t spice things up soon, it might turn into a dead cucumber."
The heat in his hand makes her heart skip a beat.
But seriously, could this man stop being so lewd in such a solemn way? His expression is so severe, yet he still strokes her hand a couple of tis. Goodness, she longs for her pure Brother An!
"My lady, if you don’t speak, I’ll take it as your agreent, alright, it’s decided then. Tonight, Li’s mom will take care of the two rascals." After saying this, he quickly lets go of her hand, drinks a cup of cold tea, and adds a kiss to her face, "My lady, enjoy your al slowly, I’ll go attend to my duties and try to co back earlier today."
After Ye Zi’an leaves, Yang Chuxia stares at the food in front of her and suddenly loses her appetite, still feeling the burning touch on her palm.
And no one notices her blushing, burning cheeks at this mont.
Moreover, her heart is fluttering because of Ye Zi’an’s teasing, making her involuntarily start to think about Brother An’s decision. After finishing her al, she instructs Li’s mom to prepare the side room,
but when the sons wake up, seeing them so mischievous and spry, she feels quite embarrassed.
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