Qin Yin couldn't help but curse, "Damn, it's completely free love here, you guys are really great."
The girl laughed, her voice sounding as pleasant as silver bells, then she pulled the young man's hand and left.
Nianzhi tilted his head, looked at his mom, then sighed and said to Nan Sichen, "Daddy, Mommy's intelligence is really worrying, can we not say she's my mommy in the future?"
Nan Sichen nodded first, "It is indeed worrying, but a son can't dislike his mother, you have to acknowledge she's your mommy."
"Oh." Nianzhi could only accept helplessly.
The bonfire party ended, and the family of three returned to their Mongolian Yurt, then washed up and went to sleep.
But when it was time to sleep, they were again troubled over how to sleep.
Nianzhi insisted on sleeping between the two, Nan Sichen disagreed, told him to sleep beside him, and Nianzhi pitifully fiddled with his fingers, saying sadly, "I want to be next to mommy."
