Mu Mian was also a bit tired. She bid Gong Heng goodnight and, alongside Little Yueliang, drifted off to sleep.
Gong Heng hooked his large hand and gathered the two little ones into his embrace, feeling the rhythm of three hearts that belonged to him, a sense of immense satisfaction in his heart.
A night of sweet dreams.
Gong Heng realized that he seemed to be able to sleep peacefully only when she was by his side.
Morning, eight o'clock.
Little Yueliang wriggled in the blankets, moving slowly like a little worm. Gong Heng and Mu Mian were sleeping on either side of her, both held by Gong Heng. It took her quite some time to wriggle out, and then she crawled over Gong Heng with her little short legs.
Thump, thump, thump, she went downstairs.
After a while, the little figure came bouncing back upstairs, and with a smack, she slapped a hand on Gong Heng's arm, grabbing his nose directly, making it hard for him to breathe.
