The next morning, Chi Zaozao woke up earlier than Ye Que again, and as she turned over, she mischievously rubbed his nostrils with her own hair.
After a moment, Ye Que sneezed.
Chi Zaozao covered her mouth and snickered beside him.
Opening his eyes, Ye Que looked at her with a dark expression, his eyes sharp, "Asking for a beating, aren't you?"
Chi Zaozao stuck out her tongue, "Well? Are you going to hit me?"
Ye Que, speechless, sat up and rubbed his nose, then wrapped his arms around Chi Zaozao, "From now on, you're not allowed to mess around like that, got it?"
Actually poking his nostrils with her hair, this little one's courage was growing too fat, a saying "spare the rod, spoil the child."
The damn thing was, he really had no way to deal with her, since it was his child she was carrying.
"I felt uncomfortable in my heart and you were sleeping so soundly. It wasn't fair, so I didn't want you to sleep either," Chi Zaozao complained.
