These past few days, heās been clamoring to sleep with Mom and Dad, probably because he mainly wants to sleep with Brother An. But unfortunately, Brother An hasnāt seemed to realize this and actually doesnāt 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 Ziāan, "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 sonās feelings."
Yangyang, hearing his momās words, nods immediately, "Sad, so sad."
This kid, although not as cunning as Lele, always manages to seize the key point.
At this moment, Ye Ziāan also has nothing to say. Could he say he doesnāt 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 doesnāt like his sons.
So Ye Ziāan 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 playtime, leaving him frustrated and fiery.
Now, why does he find sons so annoying? Next time 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 Ziāan 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 donāt like your sons?"
Ye Ziāan quickly replies, "No, absolutely not, your husband just likes you more, thatās 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 Ziāan immediately sits up straight, but what is going on with his hand, leading hers away?
Yang Chuxia looks at him, astonished, only to meet his earnest eyes and grave expression.
Then she hears him say with utmost seriousness, "My lady, donāt you think the cucumber has turned into an old cucumber? If we donāt 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 times. Goodness, she longs for her pure Brother An!
"My lady, if you donāt speak, Iāll take it as your agreement, alright, itās decided then. Tonight, Liās 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 meal slowly, Iāll go attend to my duties and try to come back earlier today."
After Ye Ziāan 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 moment.
Moreover, her heart is fluttering because of Ye Ziāanās teasing, making her involuntarily start to think about Brother Anās decision. After finishing her meal, she instructs Liās mom to prepare the side room,
but when the sons wake up, seeing them so mischievous and spry, she feels quite embarrassed.