His father carried him to the room and switched on the wall lights along the way.
When the cozy lights lit up, both received a wry shock when confronted by the scene before them.
Little Yichen was sleeping soundly in bed, just like his mother, except that his sleeping posture was as haphazard as before. At this moment, he was like a little octopus spreading his four limbs wide apart. He had tyrannically taken up more than half of the bed space and was even snoring lightly.
"Daddy, look at this!" Youyou complained with much grievance. "This fellow just doesn't behave in bed every night; I don't wanna share a bed with him anymore; I'm almost pushed off it come morning."
Mu Yazhe: "…"
"Daddy, was this how he slept at the Mu residence in the past?" asked the boy.
"Mhm."
"His sleeping posture is terrible," he criticized unreservedly.
Their father gave a heavy sigh. "Eh!"
This probably had to do with his usual sleeping habit.
