"What nonsense are you talking about, you stinky brat?" Yang Xiayun blushed at his words and reached out to twist his little ear.
But he deftly dodged and said, "Auntie, n understand n. Do you know how jealous a man can get better than I do? Look no further than my handso dad. Whenever my mom shows a bit of affection, my handso dad practically wants to throw into a ditch. My uncle is also a man, would he be any different?"
Then he sighed and continued, "You always touch my face. If my uncle sees it, he’ll definitely get jealous and mistakenly think you’ve fallen for . That would be a disaster for . So, for my safety, please keep your distance and stop pinching my face, okay?"
"Hey, you stinky kid! Just one pinch and you can babble on forever. You looking for a spanking?" Yang Xiayun was overwheld. How co this child can talk so much?
As she said this, she quickly stepped forward, hugged him, and smacked his butt.
"Whoa, whoa, it’s harassnt, harassnt!" Yangyang yelled out in response to the sensation on his butt, making Yang Xiayun laugh and cry at the sa ti, "Auntie, let go of now, or I’ll tell my uncle. I’m going to tell him you harassed ."
"Hmph, today I am harassing you." As she spoke, Yang Xiayun gave him another pat and tugged at his collar.
"Oh my!" Yangyang saw Yang Xiayun was serious and quickly shouted to Yang Chuxia, "Mom, help, help, get ahold of your sister!"
Yang Chuxia was chatting with Commandery Princess Dongyang. Hearing them, she glanced over and simply said, "Serves you right! Teasing everyone all day long!"
"Really? Mom, you’re not going to help either?" Yangyang saw this and went to find Ye Zi’an, but by this ti, Ye Zi’an was nowhere in sight, having already returned to his room.
As for the other kids, forget it, there was no hope.
"How should we make these sugar-coated haws?" Dongyang picked up a few hawthorns and asked, "Shall I help you?"
Yang Chuxia looked at her belly and said, "You just watch from the side; Linyu can help ."
"Cousin, what do you want to do?" Luo Linyu was quite interested in making sugar-coated haws herself.
"Ming Lan, go and tell Li Wen to have Li Wu bring so servants to help us sharpen so bamboo skewers. Mingqiu, you and the girls go fetch water." Yang Chuxia then said to Linyu, "You wash the hawthorns first, while I go get the maltose and sesa seeds."
Entering the house, Ye Zi’an was sitting with his eyes closed. Yang Chuxia went up and hugged him, "The day isn’t even over, and you’re preparing to ditate? You old monk!"
Ye Zi’an chuckled, "Little demon, teasing about being a monk again? Looks like you need so training. Wearing red tonight?" He whispered another sentence in her ear.
"You rascal, did you actually bring that outfit?" Yang Chuxia was also amused; n are indeed born rascals.
"Of course!" Ye Zi’an thought, when he packed, the first thing he did was bring that outfit, "For excitent, changing the setting is also a kind of excitent, don’t you think, my love?"
"What do I think?" Yang Chuxia playfully bit his lip, "You’re always full of rotten ideas."
Ye Zi’an held her in his arms, kissed her a few tis, and then chuckled, "Yeah, I am full of rotten ideas. I plan to carry those rotten ideas to the grave. When we grow old, we’ll lie in the sa coffin, in the ground, and have one more round of rottenness, haha."
"Oh, please! You win!" Yang Chuxia shivered with cold sweat, "Two old skeletons still playing rotten, the ghosts would be scared away by you."
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