Ye Sihan wrapped his arms around the soft body in his embrace and stared at the flushed face for a long while.
Tang Yu's scolding not only failed to suppress the swelling of his veins but made him want to possess her even more fiercely.
The sight of her bearing his child and enduring him must be very interesting.
However, in the end, after coaxing her to sleep, Ye Sihan still restrained himself.
The two people on the bed were asleep when Ye Sihan's dark pupils suddenly opened, a cold light flashing across them.
Someone had presumptuously entered the room.
The small, stumbling noises were enough for Ye Sihan to guess who it was.
The four little ones were about to climb onto the bed and, upon seeing Ye Sihan, froze in place.
Junjun's little leg, mid-stretch toward the bed, halted, followed closely by Zhengzheng and Haohao, frozen as if they were under a spell, and Xibao at the back with a face like he had discovered a new world.
