"Come this way," Zou Nui gently held Fan's shoulders and led him inside. "Do you know the layout of our house or do you want me to guide you to Yue's room?,"
"No, I can do that," Fan Xui jostled Yue a little and comfortably held him in his arms. Qian ran ahead and opened the room for him. He walked in and placed Yue in the soft bed.
His body sunk in a bit on the soft mattress.
"Aunty, can you change Yue's clothes?" There were some puke stains on his clothes as well.
"I'll change him," Peng Peng walked to the closet and picked out Yue's favourite long white shirt and a pair of briefs. "This will do," he smirked at him.
Fan Xui frowned deeply. "No, can aunty change him,"
"It's okay. I've helped him change for ten years. I'm his personal stylish plus makeup artist, you see." Peng Peng pulled Yue's shirt off skilfully. "I'll wipe him down and change him. You guys can wait outside."
