Two seconds after Xiao Tian laid down on his back, Ye Xueyin immediately rested on his chest, "Tian, it's mother's turn to sleep on your chest, right?"
Actually, Xiao Tian wanted to put his aunt on top of his body, but because his mother suddenly laid prone on his chest, Xiao Tian didn't have the heart to say no to his mother, "Yes. it's mother's turn now."
Ye Xueyin smiled happily when she knew that she was able to sleep on her son's chest. Then she turned her head and looked at her little sister, "Qingyu, you can embrace his right arm later,"
'Mother, it's my arms, so why did you behave as if it's my arms belong to you?'
Those were the words Xiao Tian wanted to say to his mother. But of course, he didn't voice it out because sleeping with his right arm being embraced by his aunt was a good idea too.
Ye Qingyu, who was lying down on the right side of her nephew, grabbed his right arm and embraced it tightly, "Alright,"
'Eh!'
