At ten o'clock in the evening, He Longze looked at his big bed, where a certain little guy was shamelessly lying, tightly hugging his wife and refusing to let go or get off the bed. He felt extremely frustrated.
Fortunately, the bed was big enough.
So, he could sleep on the other side, right?
He moved to the other side, took off his shoes, and was about to lie down when suddenly, that kid crawled over from Ye Lantian's side to lie next to him.
Forcibly separating him from Ye Lantian.
He Longze stopped midway, glaring at that little guy, his eyes filled with resentment.
"I say, He Siqi, this is my bed, don't be so overbearing, okay?"
The little guy pretended not to hear, turned over to hold Ye Lantian's hand, and giggled, "Mom, can you tell me the story of the Little Prince?"
"Sure." Ye Lantian ignored He Longze, stroking her son's short, fine hair with one hand while gently telling him a story.
