After rolling a few times, the three little ones would rub their little heads on Su Xiaoxiao's body. Their actions were very light and wouldn't disturb her writing.
Su Xiaoxiao wanted to laugh. She inexplicably felt like a charging station that was sustaining them.
By the time Su Xiaoxiao finished practicing the last word an hour later, Su Ergou had long fallen asleep. The three little ones had also exhausted their energy and fallen asleep.
Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her sore wrist and looked at the thick stack of her hard work on the table. She felt a sense of achievement.
She quietly got out of bed, put away the table, and tucked the three little ones into the blanket.
After that, she returned to the east room.
She thought that Wei Ting had already rested at this hour. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, she saw Wei Ting sitting in the room wiping his dagger.
Su Xiaoxiao drooled.
Ah, she really coveted this dagger!
