"Went out for a bit, and came back with such absurd ideas." Yang Chuxia was exasperated; what on earth was he talking about.
"Come here, my dear wife." Ye Zi'an laughed.
After a moment of joy, Yang Chuxia was panting heavily.
So when Ye Zi'an suggested another round, she was absolutely unwilling.
Early in the morning, the chattering voices of children could be heard in the courtyard.
"Second brother, don't steal my dad, don't steal my dad." Yueyue's domineering voice came through.
"What do you mean your dad, he's our dad, okay?" Yangyang clung to Ye Zi'an's other arm, completely forgetting his declaration last night that he wouldn't love Ye Zi'an anymore.
"Mine, mine..." Yueyue wrapped her arms around Ye Zi'an's neck tightly, yelling at Yangyang.
"Yours, yours, all yours." Yangyang waved his hand helplessly, then said to Ye Zi'an, "Pretty dad, can't you and mom have another sister, Yueyue is so unlovable, so bossy it's maddening, not even a bit gentle."
