It's a pity, he can't hold his dear wife to sleep tonight, and for many days to come, he won't be able to hold her either.
Ye Zi'an suddenly felt that having two sticky little boys wasn't so great after all, why was there a bittersweet sensation?
Yang Chuxia thought Ye Zi'an's current sleeping position looked rather tangled, with one baby on each side of him, each holding onto one of his fingers. This meant she could only sleep on the side.
"These two little rascals, so young and already grinding people down."
Yang Chuxia thought to herself how things would be when they grew up.
"Wife, it seems we'll have to chat under the covers tonight." With a Lele between them, Ye Zi'an looked at Yang Chuxia with a sense of grievance.
"Hehe, then let's chat."
